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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 you hear the river flow, can you see the mist rise
Can you imagine to overcome sadness
Can you make me a cambric shirt
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
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 has come
Christmas is the hardest time to be away from home
Church bell ringin' on a Sunday afternoon
Church bells ringing, choir singing it's Christmas time again
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, pray attend and listen to my ditty
Come all my friends and comrades, come listen unto me
Come all ye jolly sailor boys who to the sea belong
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 an awful ditty
Come all ye gentle muses, draw near and lend an ear
Come all ye good people and listen
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 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 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 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 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 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, 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
Come all you jolly fellows, come listen to my song
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 Newfoundlanders and listen to my song
Come all you Newfoundlanders and listen unto me
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
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 closer eastcoaster and stay for a while
Come day, go day
Come, fellows, gather 'round me, come listen hand-in-hand
Come gather all around and I'll sing you a song
Come gather all around me
Come gather all around me and I'll sing to you a tale
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 listen awhile and you soon shall hear
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, my friend, come dance with me
Come my own one, come my fair one, come now unto me (V)
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 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
Curiosity caused a young native of Erin

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Da dal la da da dal la dee dal la da da dal la
Daddy, I've prayed. I'm going to bed or Santa might miss me tonight
Daddy won't be home again for Christmas
Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
Dark was the night, cold blew the wind, and fast came down the rain
Day is done, Gone the sun
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 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)
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?
Diddly-da diddly-dum doo
Do you know the lake they call Lake Melville
Dogberry wine, dogberry wine
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 you remember a long time ago
Down by a wild shore where I careless did wander
Down by some Swansee barracks one evening as I strayed
Down by the river that flows through the coal yard
Down by the river there dwelt a young couple
Down by yon riverside where ships were sailing
Down in Greedy Harbour I went one time
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

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Each morning I wake up about quarter after four
Each night in a dream Cape Breton I see
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
Eighteen sixty-seven, just out of St. John's
Eileen was a quiet child, no laughter in her eyes
Eternal Father, strong to save
Every day ends findin' me a little more
Every lover knows this song too well
Every night I watch you dream
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 (V)
Everyone tells me I'm lucky, got my whole life to live yet
Everything is sexual, she's a sexy little thing
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
Fancy brings a thought to me of a flower so bright and fair (Great Big Sea)
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 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 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
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 come in the world my troubles they began
Fishermen are easy to love but they're slimy to hold
Fishin' in a dory off the coast of Newfoundland
Fogo Isle, I hear you calling
For a woman of your years who's known heartaches and her tears
For fame and for fortune I wandered the earth
For fun and diversion we have come together
For now we have no government at all
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 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 the first hello you gave to me
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
Gather up the pots and the old tin cans
General Taylor gained the day (Traditional)
General Taylor gained the day (Great Big Sea)
Gentlemen, it is my duty, to inform you of one beauty
George Alfred Beckett is my name, as you may understand
Get her into shore, she can't take it any more
Get up in the morning at a quarter to four
Giddy-i-ay, giddy-i-ay
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
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 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
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-bye my lovely Annie
Goodbye to Saint Lawrence, farewell, Newf'n'land
Goodbye Mrs. Durkin, I'm sick and tired of workin'
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Grandpa loved his motorboat all the days of his life
Great big sea hove in Long Beach
Greenspond is a pretty place
Grief is a knot that is hard to untie

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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
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 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 stood by the ocean on a diamond-hard morning
He barely knew how to toddle
He came home on Monday night
He gazes at the lights as they flicker 'cross the cove
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 looked down into his cod trap 'n' said
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 the front porch and looks at the sea
He sits on the wharf in the warm summer sun
He sits there by the window and stares across the bay
He stood in a beautiful mansion surrounded by riches untold
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 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, Mom and Dad, we're coming home for Christmas
Hello out there, we're on the air
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 in this big old city beneath the neon lights
Here it is Christmas day and you're many miles away
Here we come with another load of rum
Here's a health to Captain Strachan, my b'ys
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 the finish of the story I think that I should tell
Here's to Donegal and her people brave and tall
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 man, you don't know what you're missing
Hey! I'm not on pogey
Hi-di-diddle-di-diddle-i Hi-di-diddle-di-diddle-i
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 do, my friends? How are you all? I hope you're very ill
How do you do, Private William McBride
How I remember when I was a kid
How long are you gone this time?
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
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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