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Ca m'a pris du temps pour me liberer

Campelton Loch, I wish you were whisky

Calling you, calling you

Can anybody tell me where the Blarney Roses

Can I have a look through my window

Can you hear the river flow, can you see the mist rise

Can you imagine to overcome sadness

Can you make me a cambric shirt

Can you read the writing on the wall

Can't be up to the crowd what the townies do

Carey, Carey it is my name, Wexford I was born

Carry me home you westward bound trade wind

Casey wore his brand new hat to Murphy's wake last night

Change Islands is our native home, a place you all know well

Chrissey went up to Aunt Margaret's to get a loan of her dick

Christmas brings back memories when I was just a boy

Christmas Eve in 1914, stars were burning, burning bright

Christmas has come

Christmas is the hardest time to be away from home

Christmas roses to you I'm sending

Christmas time is here again, every year before

Christmas wouldn't be the same as Christmases of old

Church bell ringin' on a Sunday afternoon

Church bells ringing, choir singing it's Christmas time again

Clarence the caribou was really only passing through

Clouds so swift, rain won't lift, railing's froze, the gate won't close

Cods and rinds to cover your flake

Cold falling drops of dew, sweetheart

Cold wind on the harbour and rain on the road

Cold winds blowing, outside it's snowing

Come all good people, I pray pay attention to those few lines that I write in grief

Come all good people, pray attend and listen to my ditty

Come all my friends and comrades, come listen unto me

Come all my hearty countrymen, come listen unto me

Come all of you young shanty boys, come listen to my song

Come all ye brave heroes who handle a gun

Come all ye fellow countrymen and listen to my tale

Come all ye fine youngsters and listen to me

Come all ye folks and listen to a story I will tell

Come all ye fond lovers of Erin, I hope it's to me ye'll unfold

Come all ye friends and comrades, this story I will tell

Come all ye friends I'll sit ya down and sing a doleful ditty (Omar Blondahl)

Come all ye friends I'll sit ya down and sing a doleful ditty (GBS)

Come all ye friends of Newfoundland who have a mind to roam

Come all ye gentle muses, draw near and lend an ear

Come all ye good people and listen

Come all ye good people and listen to me

Come all ye good people, come by and lend an ear

Come all ye good people I hope ye'll attend

Come all ye good people I pray lend an ear

Come all ye good people I pray pay attention

Come all ye good people I'll sing you a song

Come all ye hardy fishermen, I hope you will attend

Come all ye hardy fishermen wherever that ye go

Come all ye hardy fishermen who work hard for a bite

Come all ye hearty seamen, come listen to my song

Come all ye human countrymen with pity lend an ear

Come all ye jolly fishermen agoing to the ice

Come all ye jolly fishermen and listen unto me

Come all ye jolly fishermen, come and listen to my song

Come all ye jolly ice-hunters and listen to my song

Come all ye jolly people and listen to my song

Come all ye jolly sailor boys who to the sea belong

Come all ye jolly sailor lads before the mast do sail

Come all ye jolly sailors and all ye landsmen too

Come all ye jolly seal-men and listen to my song

Come all ye jolly seamen bold that live by tyrant rum

Come all ye lads and lassies that wear a bunch of green

Come all ye lads, draw near to me

Come all ye landsmen, stout and bold, and jolly seamen, too

Come all ye loyal heroes wherever that you be

Come all ye maidens of courage brave and true

Come all ye mainlanders and listen to me

Come all ye men of Newfoundland and listen to my song

Come all ye men that work on land, for little do you know

Come all ye Newfoundlanders and listen unto me

Come all ye Newfoundlanders, come listen unto me

Come all ye Newfoundlanders, I'll sing for ye a song

Come all ye noble fishermen and listen to what I say

Come all ye people, young and old, and ye will understand

Come all ye sons of Newfoundland and shed a tear or two

Come all ye sons of Newfoundland who ofttimes life do save

Come all ye Torbay ramblers, I hope you'll fall in line

Come all ye true-born Irishmen, a story I will tell

Come all ye wage earners and listen to me

Come all ye western rangers, bound to some foreign land

Come all ye young both great and small, I hope you will draw near

Come all ye young fellows and list' while I tell

Come all ye young fellows belong to our harbour

Come all ye young fellows that lives near the sea

Come all ye young men and let this delight you

Come all ye young men of rambling fancy

Come all ye young men who now go a-courting

Come all ye young rebels and list' while I sing

Come all you bold undaunted seamen

Come all you brave seamen that plows the wide ocean

Come all you fair and tender ladies

Come all you fair maids take a warning

Come all you friends and neighbours, I pray you'll lend an ear

Come all you gallant seamen bold, come listen unto me

Come all you gallant seaman bold that plow the raging main

Come all you gentle muses I pray now lend an ear

Come all you good people and listen you might

Come all you good people, I pray you'll attend

Come all you good people, I'll sing you a song (Dick Nolan)

Come all you good people, I'll sing you a song (Wonderful Grand Band)

Come all you good people, some older, some younger

Come all you good people wherever you may be

Come all you hardy fishermen and listen unto me

Come all you hardy fishermen and listen to my song

Come all you hardy lumberjacks throughout old Newfoundland

Come all you jolly fellows and listen to my song (Greenleaf & Mansfield)

Come all you jolly fellows, come listen to me song (Jim Payne)

Come all you jolly fishermen and listen to my song

Come all you jolly northern men and hear me while I sing

Come all you jolly sailor boys that plough the raging main

Come all you jolly young fellows and listen to my song

Come all you lads of Erin, your attention I do crave

Come all you men of Bonavis', come list to what I say

Come all you moonshine drinkers, and ye will plainly see

Come all you Newfoundlanders and listen to my song

Come all you Newfoundlanders and listen unto me (Peacock)

Come all you Newfoundlanders and listen unto me (Murphy)

Come all you Newfoundlanders I'll sing for you this song

Come all you people far and near, come listen to my song

Come all you people from Grand Bank

Come all you pretty fair maidens of courage brave and true

Come all you rambling sailor boys, come listen unto me

Come all you summer servants, come listen to my song

Come all you true brave Irish boys, come listen to me

Come all you true countrymen, come listen to me

Come all you young and youthful friends I hope you'll lend an ear

Come all you young companions and listen unto me

Come all you young fellows that follow the sea

Come all you young men all, let nothing fright you

Come all you young men who fishing do go

Come all you young people, I pray you will attend

Come all you young sailormen listen to me

Come all young lads and lasses, come listen to my song

Come all young lads and lassies, come listen to my song

Come all young men and maidens attend unto my song (Peacock)

Come all young men and maidens attend unto my song (Leach)

Come all young men and maidens, come listen to my song

Come all young men and maidens give ear unto my rhyme

Come all young men I pray take warning

Come along, come along, let us foot it out together

Come and I will sing you. What will you sing me (GBS)

Come and I will sing you. What will you sing me (Figgy Duff)

Come and listen to my ditty you frolicsome folks

Come away, bonnie lad, 'tis making me sad

Come blow me some winds tonight, my love

Come, brother tradesmen, who travel alone

Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free

Come celebrate, enjoy the fun, it's Badger's Come Home Year 1991

Come closer eastcoaster and stay for a while

Come day, go day

Come, fellows, gather 'round me, come listen hand-in-hand

Come for a trip on Uncle Knobby's steamboat

Come gather all around and I'll sing you a song
Come gather all around me, there is something you should know

Come gather all around me and I'll sing to you a tale

Come gather around, I have something to say

Come gather 'round me and open a beer

Come gather 'round me, children, and a song to you I'll sing

Come gather 'round me, comrades, and listen while I hum

Come get your duds in order 'cause we're bound across the water

Come get your duds in order for we're going to leave tomorrow

Come hear about young Chambers boat, a boat with two ridge spars

Come here, maw little Jacky

Come home to Newfoundland, it's come home year

Come in, you're out, you're out there in the storm

Come listen awhile and you soon shall hear

Come listen to a story 'bout a man named Danny

Come listen to a treachery good people young and old

Come listen to my story about the kids of Newfoundland

Come, love, here's a letter, it's the last one I'll send

Come, messmates, attend to my ditty

Come, my friend, come dance with me

Come my own one, come my fair one, come now unto me

Come now I will sing a-you

Come old and young, come rich and poor

Come on, boys, drinks all around, we've had a real good supper

Come on down, let it all hang out

Come on you loyal heroes wherever you may be

Come over the hills, my bonny Irish lass (Joe Heaney)

Come over the hills, my bonny Irish lass (Ennis Sisters))

Come patriots all, both great and small

Come 'round any old time, make yourself at home

Come single belle and beau, unto me pay attention

Come sit down beside me and take up your cup

Come sit you a while and I'll sing you a song

Come to western Labrador and celebrate

Come Uncle, come tell me that wonderful tale

Constance, the night is beautiful

Convection's cell was at thy door, Newfoundland, my Newfoundland

Coorie doon, coorie doon, coorie doon, my darling

Could've been the whiskey, might've been the gin

Cousin Mary was a lady who could really hold her own

Cruisin' east on a nowhere highway

Curiosity caused a young native of Erin

Cut the timber down from the mountain

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Da dal la da da dal la dee dal la da da dal la

Daddy, I'm afraid of going to bed, Santa might miss me tonight

Daddy, please don't go, Daddy, we love you so

Daddy won't be home again for Christmas

Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling

Dark the night of sin has settled

Dark was the night, cold blew the wind, and fast came down the rain

Dar's an arguie unfinished 'twixt his Lordship and the Judge

Day is done, Gone the sun

De avondzon valt over straten en pleinen

Dear boy, was the way that the mother began

Dear Katie, I am bound to the sea

Dear land of mountains, woods and snow

Dear Lord, my day is past, I'm growing old too fast

Dear Madam, I'm a soldier, my speech is rough and plain

Dear Mama, I'm comin' home tomorrow

Dear Mom, I guess it's surprisin' that I finally took time to write

Dear Momma, I'm writing to tell you

Dear Mr. Ford

Dear Mr. Johnson, we're sorry to inform you

Dear Newfoundland, have I got to leave you

Dear, what can the matter be (Oscar Brand)

Dear, what can the matter be (Anchors Aweigh)

Dearest Lavinia, I trust all is well

Death on the ice is the ultimate price

Deborah the flagmam, standing in the sun

'Deed I is in love with you

Delaney had a donkey that everyone admired

Did that old feelin come over you today

Did you ever go down to an Irishman's shanty

Did you ever hear the story about the Thomas Cat

Did you ever meet a man with no heart

Did you happen to notice as you walked in tonight

Did you see the eleven who pulled on the green

Diddly-da diddly-dum doo

Do you know the lake they call Lake Melville

Do you know what it's like to be out on the waves

Do you remember the clothes hanging stiff in the kitchen?

Dogberry wine, dogberry wine

Donald's gane up the hill hard and hung-e-ry (Fine Crowd)

Donald's gane up the hill hard and hung-e-ry (Navigators)

Donald's gane up the hill hard and hungry (J Hogg)

Don't bring me down, pretty baby

Don't come where we're to, stay where you're at

Don't go, Kathleen

Don't mind the rain or the rolling sea

Don't seem like Christmas if the Mummers aren't here

Don't stop me, Mrs. Doolin, and don't you call me back

Don't want to ride into the sunset with murder on my mind

Don't you remember a long time ago

Don't you see the bayonets gleaming

Down by a wild shore where I careless did wander

Down by some Swansee barracks one evening as I strayed

Down by the ocean, just up from the beach

Down by the river that flows through the coal yard

Down by the river there dwelt a young couple (Figgy Duff)

Down by the river there dwelt a young couple (Peacock)

Down by yon riverside where ships were sailing

Down in Greedy Harbour I went one time

Down in Memphis I met a man

Down in old southern Texas I wandered one day

Down in yonder cottage all forsaken and alone

Down memory's lane again I'm strolling

Down on the eastern coast, ruled by the ocean

Down the streets in London I heard a mournful cry

Driftwood is burning blue, wild walk the wall shadows

Driftwood smoldering on a beach, music wafting through the air

Drinking black market vodka in the back of the Scotsman's saloon

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Each morning I wake up about quarter after four

Each night in a dream Cape Breton I see

Each time I go to the bar down on the corner

Early in the morning, I hear the buzzer's roar

Early in the morning when the breakfast bell did ring

Early on one winter's morning I took the road to Islandbridge

Early one morning young Willie arose

Early spring when I was young

Eastbound on the highway, my eyes feelin' sore

Eighteen forty-seven was the year it all began

Eighteen sixty-seven, just out of St. John's

Eileen Og and that's the darling's name is

Eileen was a quiet child, no laughter in her eyes

Emmeline, oh Emmeline, I'm going far away

Eternal Father, strong to save

Every day ends findin' me a little more

Every lover knows this song too well

Every May I take my brother to Deer Lake to catch a plane

Every night I watch you dream

Every night you go to bed cryin'

Every river has to flow down from the mountains to the ocean

Every time I hear a sweet bird sing

Everybody knows the reason for the fall

Everyone tells me I'm lucky, got my whole life to live yet

Everyone's bedded on down

Everyone's feeling Christmas cheer, the kids are at their best

Everything is sexual, she's a sexy little thing

Excuse me if I ask too much

Explorers searched the North pole and found no trace of Santa

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Faintly as tolls the evening chime

Fair Marjorie was sitting in her bower chamber window

Fair Nancy from London was a fair famous maid

Fair young maid standing by her window

Fancy brings a thought to me of a flower so bright and fair (GBS)

Fancy brings a thought to me of a flower that's bright and fair (Eddie Coffey)

Fancy brings a thought to me of a flower that's bright and fair (Ryan's Fancy)

Fancy brings a thought to mind of a flower that's bright and fair (Traditional)

Far across yonder blue lies a true fairyland

Far and wide as the eye can wander

Far away, drifting wherever the sea moves today

Far away in Australia, soon will fate be kind

Far away on the hills of old New Hampshire

Fare thee well, my dear Mary Anne

Fare thee well, my lovely Dina

Fare thee well, ye banks of Sicily

Fare you well, British girl, I am now going to leave you,

Fare you well, lovely Molly, I am going to leave you

Fare you well, my dearest Henry, since you to the sea must go

Farewell an' a-dieu to you fair Spanish ladies

Farewell to old England for e-ver

Farewell to Tarwathie and Mormond Hill

Farewell to the whiskey, tobacco and smoke

Farewell to you my own true love

Farewell to your bricks and mortar, farewell to your dirty lies

Farewell ye splendid citadel, metropolis called Paris

Farewell you northern hills, you mountains all, goodbye

Father fished six days a week, he went to church on Sunday

Father never seemed to make enough to feed his children steak

Father, why are you so sad on this bright Easter morn

Feelin' down, lay it all on me

Fifty years in her wee top flat

First he was the captain of a coal-yard

First I came a-courted by a bonny young Irish b'y

First to get a moose licence you apply for six whole years

First when I came in this world my troubles they began (Daniel Payne)

First when I come in the world my troubles they began (Kelly Russell & Jim Payne)

Fisheries Council sent letters and quotas to each fisherman

Fishermen are easy to love but they're slimy to hold

Fishin' in a dory off the coast of Newfoundland

Foggy harbor cold and wet, and not a soul

Fogo Isle, I hear you calling

Foll-de-roll and Foll-de-roe! First the heel and then the toe

For a while I lived in Halifax, it was my port of call

For a woman of your years who's known heartaches and her tears

For centuries our island home fought economic games

For fame and for fortune I wandered the earth

For far too long we've struggled in our own land

For fun and diversion we have come together

For now we have no government at all

For twenty odd years I've been ridin' the wild ones

For years old Sam had handled all the money in the township's western bank

For years the men of Newfoundland, those fishermen so poor

Forty long days in an old sailing ship

Forty fishermen no more their homes would see

Four strong winds that blow lonely

Frank and I were shipmates aboard the Ella D

Fred says there is money in Ken to be made

Friday night, seventeen, got my hands on the wheel

From a barque in the harbour I went roaming on shore

From a time that is remembered as our golden heritage

From Bay Bulls Harbour we set sail

From Bonavista Cape to the Stinking Isles

From Cape Bonavista to the coast of Labrador

From England's West Country and Ireland's many counties

From fragrant depths of fir and pine

From Harvey's I'll start and to Bowring's I'll go

From Harvey's I'm starting, to Bowring's I'll go

From Liverpool across the Atlantic

From Salthouse Dock to Liverpool one night as I did stray

From St Mary's Bay to the Great Barachois

From the days of my childhood, from the memories I cling

From the first hello you gave to me

From the rolling fields of wheat to the busy city streets

From the scenic Codroy Valley to the rustic southern shore

From the widow McKenny I bought for a penny

From Washington to Charlottesville, then Staunton on the line

From where the sun rises and where the sun sets

From Yarmouth Harbour we set sail

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Gaily flags were proudly waving at the hour she set for braving (Morgan)

Gaily flags were proudly waving at the hour she set for braving (Lehr/Best)

Gather all around me, I'll sing you a song

Gather up the pots and the old tin cans

Gathered around a kitchen table

General Taylor gained the day (Traditional)

General Taylor gained the day (GBS)

Gentlemen, it is my duty, to inform you of one beauty

Gently o'er the swelling deep the noble vessel rolls

George Alfred Beckett is my name, as you may understand

Georgie he could build a boat and he's the b'y could drive her

Get hot, get too close to the flame

Get up in the morning at a quarter to four

Get your ducks all in a row 'cause we is good to go

Giddy-i-ay, giddy-i-ay

Ginny said good-bye this afternoon, as far as I can tell

Girl, don't tell me that it's morning

Give me the worst of weather

Give me three grains of corn, mother

Glad tidings good people, we are here to inform

Global warming's in the news, it's the hottest subject yet

Glory, halleluia, don't that put the screws right to ya

Go ahead and kiss him

Go and leave me if you wish, love

Go steal some of your dadda's gold

Go to sleep, my little girl

God bless my soul what can I do

God save our gracious Queen

Godspeed

Going down the road in his Toyota truck

Going down to the ocean, watch the waves kiss the sand

Going out the bay on a sunny day

Going out to the cod trap used to be our lifestyle

Gone are the railroads, our link to the past

Gone but not forgotten, his dream will never die

Gonna get my act together and hit the road again

Gonna tell Aunt Mary about Uncle John

Good Christians young and old, come listen to my story

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, how are you all today

Good morning, Mr. Devil, morning, sir, he said

Good people all both great and small, I hope you will attend

Good people all both old and young, my age is twenty-three

Good people, attention to what I will mention

Good people give me your attention, and a short song I'll sing unto you

Good-bye my lovely Annie

Goodbye Mrs. Durkin, I'm sick and tired of workin'

Goodbye to Saint Lawrence, farewell, Newf'n'land

Goodbye to you, my one true love

Gracefully floated the signal flag and warned us we should sail

Grandfather sits in an old rocking chair

Grandma got run over by a reindeer

Grandmaman Sauvage, where is your montage

Grandpa loved his motorboat all the days of his life

Granny's always ravin' and rantin'

Great big sea hove in Long Beach

Greenspond is a pretty place

Grew up on the northern part of the island

Grief is a knot that is hard to untie

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Had a friend, he was a good friend, his name was Jim

Had an apartment in the city

Hail to the prince who, his triumph completing

Hand in hand strolling by the roadside

Handsome Harry, handsome Harry Thomas

Hang up the baby's stocking, be sure you don't forget

Hangman, hangman, hold a little while

Harbour Grace is a very nice place

Hark now. Hear me

Hark, what's the noise out by the porch door

Harris, my old friend, good to see your face again

Harvest time has kissed the fields with ripened splendour

Haste to the weddin'; and haste to the weddin'

Haul, haul up the main

Have you been in a club where there's darts being played

Have you ever fell in love on a warm summer's evenin'

Have you ever really listened to the ocean

Have you ever sat down on a beach and watched the capelin roll

Have you ever seen a sunrise on a flat calm reach

Have you ever seen the lofty cliffs

Have you ever wondered as you listened to the wind

Have you heard about the big strong man

Have you heard about the strange goings on in Newfoundland

Have you heard of Phil the fluter from the town of Ballymuck

Have you heard the news in Newfoundland

Have you heard the story of the Mobile goat

Have you seen your daughter today, sir

Have you stood by the ocean on a diamond-hard morning

He barely knew how to toddle

He came home on Monday night

He clasps his wife in fond embrace as he wishes her good-bye

He gazes at the lights as they flicker 'cross the cove

He got a crimson red tattoo

He got here red and wrinkled, scared and crying

He got the news this morning

He left his dear old eastern home for a place where work was plenty

He lies there up ahead, he reaches with a grin

He likes to drink whiskey and he gets really frisky

He looked down into his cod trap 'n' said

He pulled out of Hartland, New Brunswick

He remembers the first time he met her

He sailed up the bay while the capelin fog hung

He sat on the corner of Bevington Bush

He says come on, Mother, our children are grown

He sits on a dock lookin' out to the sea

He sits on the front porch and looks at the sea

He sits on the stage head with a pipe in his hand

He sits on the wharf in the warm summer sun

He sits there by the window and stares across the bay

He staggered up the driveway, she opened up the door

He stands at the dockside the sailor

He still smiles when he recalls how the gold ring fit her finger

He stood in a beautiful mansion surrounded by riches untold

He stood in a room full of silence

He throttled her up at Greenland

He throws his jacket on the motel bed

He took all he got from God and a grade eight education

He took me by the hand, girl

He was a pal and a friend always

He was born a sailor's son

He was born into a broken home where love had ceased to grow

He was never there when needed, and oh how much she pleaded

He was only a lavender cowboy

He was rocked in a cradle in a two storey house

He was skinny as a rake like two by four

He was stranded in some tiny town on fair Prince Edward Island

He was the Captain of the Nightingale

He was well into his sixties when I first heard Grampa's dream

Hearken to me both high and low

Heave on the bowline, rock and roll the towline

Heel ya ho, boys, let 'er go, boys

Hello again, my friends, good to know you're still around

Hello, Mom and Dad, we're coming home for Christmas

Hello out there, we're on the air

Her bags are packed and waiting by the door

Her eyes they shone like a diamond

Her keel slips gently onward and over

Here, by the Mulcair banks I strayed

Here I am from Paddy's land a land of high reknown

Here I am out on the highway

Here I sit so far away from my Newfie home

Here in this big old city beneath the neon lights

Here it is Christmas day and you're many miles away

Here it is Christmas Eve, Santa's on his way

Here it is now Christmas Eve, and I'm out here on the sea

Here today and gone again tomorrow

Here we are in New South Wales

Here we come with another load of rum

Here's a health to Captain Strachan, my b'ys

Here's a little story about a gal I married

Here's a little story that I would like to tell

Here's a story of a fellow who lives next door to me

Here's adieu, lovely Nancy, I'm now going to leave you

Here's adieu to old England since I must leave the shore

Here's adieu unto my native home that I shall see no more

Here's good luck to the half-a-pint that sails in the Baltimore

Here's good luck to the pint pot, good luck to the barley mow

Here's grand success to the sealers, the pride of our city and town

Here's the finish of the story I think that I should tell

Here's to dear old Ferryland, the place where I was born

Here's to Donegal and her people brave and tall

Here's to our grandmother, may God bless her heart

Here's to the people on Monday to Friday

Here's to the soldiers that march to the war

He's a heavy six-foot-two and he can take one on the chin

He's barely eighteen and he's off to war

He's black and he's big

He's Mr Home Hardware, he's Mr Canadian Tire

He's up bright and early, all dressed and ready

Hey, come this May we'll be running in the sun again

Hey! I'm not on pogey

Hey, man, you don't know what you're missing

Hey, pretty lady, won't you come down here

Hi-di-diddle-di-diddle-i Hi-di-diddle-di-diddle-i

Higher, higher, higher, flying high above me

His face was lean and withered

His face was weather beaten with scars and lines of strain

His grandfather said when Max sat on his knee

His lullaby, the waves outside his window

His name I love to mention, in Ireland he was born

Hoist the sails, batten the hold

Hold your head up Newfoundlander

Homeward bound across the sea

How dare we tread on the sixth of Feb, aboard a Norwegian ship?

How do, my friends? How are you all? I hope you're very ill

How do you do, Private Willie McBride

How do you do, Private William McBride

How I long to go back to my hometown

How I remember when I was a kid

How long are you gone this time

How many angels are there places for

How many miles to home

How often we go back to that Christmas Eve

How pleasant to roam by the sunny Suir stream

How still lies the bay, in the light western airs

How well I remember December '88

How well I remember my first northern November

How well I remember the days of the past

How well I remember when I was a boy

How's she going, b'y? Well fine, thanks, me son

Hurrah for our own native land, Newfoundland!

Hurry up, Uncle John, you don't want a coat

Hush, little baby, now don't say a word

Hustling bustling, hurrying scurrying

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