I am a bold rover and sorely depressed
I am a bold undaunted youth, my name is Tom McCann
I am a butcher bound by my right
I am a fair young lady whose fortune has been great
I am a famous person though you may not know my name
I am a little beggarman, a begging I have been (Traditional)
I am a little beggarman, a begging I have been (Great Big Sea)
I am a little sailor lad that do go on the sea
I am a long the shore man, I'm going to sing my song
I am a merry ploughboy and I plough the fields by day
I am a Newfoundlander, Michael Carter is my name
I am a rambling hero, by love I am ensnared
I am a rambling hero, by love I am ensnared (Leach)
I am a rambling hero bold, by love I am ensnared
I am a sailor and home do write
I am a school girl 11 years old
I am a true born Irishman, John Mitchell is my name
I am a weaver, a Calton weaver
I am a young milkman in sad lamentation
I am a young sailor, my story is sad
I am Jack Johnston, the cobbler
I am leaving on the evening tide
I am poor Jack just returned from shore
I am the fountain of affection
I am thinking tonight on the days that are gone
I been across this country and across the USA
I came home on Saturday night
I came into a scolding wife a few short years ago
I came north to find a living
I came upon a charming girl and Sarah was her name
I can hear a long train runnin' on the tracks outside
I can hear the bells of Dublin in this lonely waiting room
I can read what's on your mind I know you've chilled our favorite wine
I can't be happy alone anymore
I checked into the office and what an awful mess
I climb the mountain and scan the ocean
I close my eyes and picture the emerald of the sea
I crossed the deep blue waters
I crossed the wildest ocean
I did my best tryin' to be a rollin' stone
I don't know where I'm going
I don't mind confiding that I make stupid mistakes
I dreamt I met a maiden fair
I dreamt I saw a woman standing by the strand
I drank sixteen doubles for the price of one
I drove my tractor through your 'aystack last night
I feel so all alone with memories of home
I feel the cold wind blowin' from the far Atlantic sea
I fell asleep down by the stream
I fell in love at eleven years old with the nicest girl in school
I first took a trip to old England
I fish for a living, I got a wife and two children
I followed her into the west
I got a loan of my grandfather's fiddle
I got married to a scolding wife a few years ago
I got a moon out my window in the night
I got tired of fishin' on the Grand Banks
I grew up at the bottom of the Glover's Shore Road
I grew up in Tilting, a village by the sea
I had a dream I was moving forward
I had a dream the other night, it was an awful dream
I had not sailed a voyage but one
I hauled up me old skiff when I took up me gear
I have a ship called the Golden Vanity
I have come back back to Newfoundland
I have eaten him, what did I eat?
I have heard it asserted a dozen times o'er
I have no silver no diamonds or gold
I have often heard it said from my father and my mother
I have seen the sunrise off the banks of Newfoundland
I have walked many a mile on the shores of Prince Edward Isle
I have witnessed many changes from his birth and through the years
I haven't seen you in a long time, since I've been gone
I hear the fifes a playin' high above the misty headlands
I hear your voice on the wind
I heard you got the Jissom, Jim
I held books over my head when I was just a kid
I hope now that you'll pay attention and listen awhile unto me
I hope you find the feet of a dancer
I joined the Flying Column in nineteen and sixteen
I just arrived from Dublin, in Ireland I came
I just can't stand the way I feel
I just got the news from the coast of Labrador
I just have a letter from my mom today
I know a cat named Way-Out Willy
I know a spot that is hidden far in the wild woods' devious way
I know what it's like to be lonely
I laid my head on a keg of brandy
I learned to rock at fourteen, they used to call me Speed
I left Cape Breton on the coal boat
I left home at fifteen with nowhere to go
I left me home in Dublin not too many years ago
I left my good old Newfie home in the year of sixty-one
I left my home in Newfoundland
I left my home, my family by the ocean
I left my home when I was just a lad
I left my sweet Mary, she was just seventeen
I left the parlour early, I suppose it was scarce nine
I left Toronto city on a train eastward bound
I like black and white, dream in black and white
I like to rise when the sun she rises (Ryan's Fancy)
I like to rise when the sun she rises (D'Arcy Broderick)
I live in Vermont, and one day last summer
I look o'er the mountain where the sun sears the sky
I love the ocean, I'm from Nova Scotia
I love to roam on the island I love
I meant to call just before I left to go away
I met a brisk young damsel come tripping down this way
I met me friend Paddy McKenna
I met me love up walkin' in the merry month of May
I met my love by the gasworks wall
I never shall forget the day I left my native home
I never wanted to leave somewhere I always believed
I often hear men ask how the women talk so fast
I often take these night shift walks when the foreman's not around
I once had a girl or should I say she once had me
I once heard my grandfather say
I once loved a flower in Kilkenny
I once was a ploughboy but a soldier I am now
I packed up my life in an old knapsack
I parked that old car of mine in the backyard by the fence
I pick up what's left of my broken heart
I played the wild rover for manys the year
I ponder on those days gone by as we sat beside the rill
I pondered on those days gone by as I wandered all alone
I quit my job on the mainland
I recall the night that you came into this world
I recall walking slowly 'round the shoreline
I recall when I was young the days of long ago
I remember as a little girl around my daddy's knee
I remember goin' to Nan's house on a Sunday afternoon
I remember it was Christmas eve
I remember that morning when the Valiant sailed
I remember the day the explosion ripped the mine
I remember the time when my grandpa and I
I remember times not long ago when outport life was nice and slow
I returned to my hometown yesterday
I rode out one evening in the lovely month of May
I rode seven horses all to death
I said, "Hey, Buddy, I don't even know your name
I said: "Pretty Polly, can I have a night with you?"
I sailed an ocean, unsettled ocean
I saw a young couple on old Ireland's shore
I saw three ships come sailing in
I scarce been in bed three ticks of the clock
I see the light, across the bay
I see you in the front row, dancing up and down
I spied a berry bush as I was strolling home one day
I shipped on board early one spring
I signed aboard this whaling ship
I sit and wait for my boarding call
I stand in my doorway as the moon rises high
I still can remember when I was a child
I still get up before the day breaks
I still hear the snares in the square
I still recall that day in July when you said to me your last goodbye
I still recall those happy times, it seems like yesterday
I still remember when I danced with you
I stood upon her fields of green that slope down to the ocean
I talked to an old friend with tears in his eyes
I think back in time when I was young
I thought I heard our captain say
I thought I heard the ol' man say (Stan Hugill)
I thought I heard the old man say (Buddy Wasisname)
I thought I saw a teardrop on your pillow
I took a stroll down to the store to hear the local news
I took a stroll on the old long walk
I took a walk one morning down by some shady side
I took the bus from Carbonear and landed in St. John's
I travelled through life and saw many's the sight
I used to walk through this world cautious and oh so serious
I used to watch you rise with the sun
I used to work on the line, building new Chevrolets
I ventured a walk one early May morning
I visit her grave every Sunday
I wake up in the morning, hear the first songbird sing
I wandered in time till I found myself thinking
I wandered into Phillistown, I sat beside the rill
I wandered on the day's long path, up the hill I strayed
I wandered today through the hills, Maggie
I wander'd today to the hill, Maggie
I wanted to say hello, Sadie
I was a cook and she was a waitress
I was a wild careless youngster
I was barely eighteen when the Lord gave me Willie
I was born and raised a Newfie
I was born and reared in Boston, a place you know quite well
I was born down by the ocean
I was born in Goose Bay back in '61
I was born in late November in a small, two-room shack
I was born in a Dublin street where the Royal drums do beat (Paddy Reilly)
I was born in the Dublin street where the loyal drums do beat (Irish Descendants)
I was born of Geordie parents, one day when I was young
I was born on a St John's street
I was born under the star, never meant to journey far
I was brought up in Sheffield though not of low degree
I was digging away at potatoes
I was drinkin' beer down in Carbonear
I was giggin' in a bar in Toronto
I was in my house at the top of the hill
I was in the bay last winter, I'm going to explain
I was just a small boy in a northern Newfie town
I was just a young man at the start of married life
I was just the age of sixteen when I first went on the drive (Great Big Sea)
I was just the age of sixteen when I first went on the drive (Leach)
I was never a country boy digging the soil
I was nineteen when I came to town, they called it the Summer of Love
I was on a trip away from home, and time was getting so long
I was scarce the age of sixteen when I first went on a drive (Peacock)
I was sitting all alone, nothin' on my mind
I was sitting by my fireside, I was sitting all alone
I was standing by the window yesterday morning
I was standing in the corner looking at you
I was swingin' and diggin, diggin' and swingin
I was twenty-one when I first began to court a neighbour's child
I was up on the mainland for many a year
I wasn't looking for a lover, I wasn't looking for a friend
I watched the gold in your hair turn to silver
I watched when they departed, 'twas eight o'clock the hour
I weep the same, oh bonnie bonnie maid
I went fishing last summer with old Danny Clarke
I went out on Friday night t'drown the weekday blues
I went out to haul me trawl
I went to a party consisting of four
I went upstairs in the middle of the night
I will go where the winds take me
I will never forget when I met sweet Cora, my pretty quadroon
I will never let you down or cause you any pain
I will paint you a picture of days that once were
I will sing you one, and what is your one-o
I will tell you all a story 'bout an old man that I know
I wish I had someone to love me, someone to call me their own
I wish I was a fisherman, tumbling on the seas
I wish I was home again, at home in my heart again
I wish I was in Carrickfergus
I woke up this mornin' frozen nearly dead
I woke up this morning, I had slept on the floor
I'd walk a thousand miles for you, honey
If anything happened to you
If ever I get married 'twill be in the month of June
If I could take my own advice
If I had me sooners, I'd sooner have a schooner
If I had the wings of a swallow
If I was a boatman and had the best of vessels
If I were a blackbird, I'd whistle and sing (Leach)
If I were a blackbird, I'd whistle and sing (Harry Hibbs)
If I were king of Ireland's isle and had all things at my will
If my intention was to stay and look at this a different way
If somehow you could pack up your sorrows
If the last thing I see is your face
If there's any offense, please stop my hand
If you come along with me I'll tell you where we'll go
If you come back home to Newfoundland put aside your city charm
If you ever fall in love with a little turtle dove
If you ever go across the sea to Ireland
If you got the great big fright
If you listen a moment I'll sing for awhile
If you listen to me for a very short time
If you say something, something that them don't
If you should ask any girl from the parish around
If you want to go across the bay to Tilting
If you'll listen, I'll sing you a sweet little song
If you're not from Newfoundland or from Labrador
If you've never been there, take a trip down east
I'll give to you a paper of pins
I'll go down unto James Murray's house I'll have you to know
I'll hang my harp on a willow tree
I'll sing a song about a man I know you'll all agree
I'll sing me a song of the rolling sky
I'll sing you a little ditty, it's something like a jig
I'll sing you a song, it may seem a sad one (Leach)
I'll sing you a song, it may seem a sad one (Peacock)
I'll sing you a song of the world and its ways
I'll take you home again, Cathleen
I'll tell me ma when I get home, the boys won't leave the girls alone
I'll tell ya man I don't understand about this world today
I'll tell you a story if you lend me an ear
I'll tell you a tale about Newfoundland dear
I'll tell you of a burglar boy that went to rob a house
I'll tell you of a place you know well
I'm a buxom fine widow, I live in a spot
I'm a decent labouring youth
I'm a fisherman's son got fisherman's ways
I'm a hardy old sailor from Newfoundland's shore (Harry Hibbs)
I'm a hardy old sailor from Newfoundland's shore (Dick Nolan)
I'm a jolly seafaring man and Tobin is my name
I'm a Newfoundlander born and bred and I'll be one till I die
I'm a Newfoundlander born and bred (Gushu Gold)
I'm a Newfoundlander brought up in an outport
I'm a penguin and I'm a bird
I'm a poor distressed maiden in sad lamentation
I'm a poor unfortunate miserable man
I'm a young married man (Fine Crowd)
I'm a young married man (Great Big Sea)
I'm a young married man (Ryan's Fancy)
I'm Barney Hare from the County Clare
I'm bidding farewell to the land of my youth
I'm come, my dear, for to take my leave
I'm goin' away, I'm leaving today
I'm going home to Newfoundland
I'm going to sing you a little song
I'm going to tell a story, a funny one you see
I'm gone, you can't get ahold of me
I'm gonna live beside the ocean
I'm happy for the things I've done
I'm John Montague, work I want to do
I'm just an old Newfie boy living from day to day
I'm leaving tomorrow, I'm goin' back home
I'm lonely tonight, love, without you
I'm marchin' inland from the shore
I'm my own grandpa. I'm my own grandpa
I'm nobody's child. I'm nobody's child
I'm Paddy Mills the Irish chap, I'm just across the sea
I'm Popeye the sailor man
I'm selling everything I own, the kitchen table, too
I'm sick of paying taxes, it gets worse every day
I'm sitting here on Harvey's Pier
I'm sitting on the porch with a bottle of brew
I'm sitting on the stile, Mary (Short)
I'm sittin' on the stile, Mary (Long)
I'm so content to stand in line
I'm standin' on the corner and the rain comes down
I'm standing on the edge of town
I'm sweet forty-five and my dear little wife
I'm the b'y that builds the boat
I'm the man before the mast, that ploughs the raging sea
I'm the man with the map
I'm very sorry gentlemen you called on me for to sing (Leach)
I'm very sorry, gentlemen, you called on me to sing (Peacock)
I'm wandering back tonight to visions calm and bright
I'm writing you this little note from far across the sea
In 1497 our island it was found
In 1800 and 41, me corduroy breeches I put on
In 1800 and 86, Cooks Harbour, Newfoundland
In 1892 sailed the Albert and her crew
In 1915 on the tenth day of June
In 1918 at dawn's early light
In 1918 the great war came
In 1985 in a quiet fishing village where I was well known
In a corner quite cosy with rum red and rosy
In a dreary foreign prison sat a young and scared Canadian boy
In a grand old club one evening, sat a number of bright men
In a little fishing village on the isle of Newfoundland
In a lonely little room, there sits a lonely little boy
In a neat little town they call Belfast
In a quiet little village not very far away
In an attic room in Dundee town
In an Irish country home, one evening long ago
In Bristol city there dwelt a maid
In Bristol did a merchant dwell
In Bristol did a merchant dwell where many people knew him well
In Canso Strait our vessel lay
In comes the train and the whole platform shakes
In courtship there lies pleasure between my love and I
In cutting and hauling, in frost and in snow
In Dorseter city, in Dorseter square
In Dublin city there lived a lad, a joiner by his token
In Dublin's fair city where the girls are so pretty
In Duckworth Street there lived a dame
In eighteen hundred and forty-one me corduroy breeches I put on
In eighteen hundred and forty-six
In England there lived a young ship's carpenter
In fancy my mind wanders back to my youth
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
In Grandmother's old rocking chair
In green Caledonia there dwelt two young lovers
In her eyes there was moonlight and a rose in her hair
In Jersey city where I did dwell
In London city I lost my way
In London town there dwelled a lady
In London town where I do dwell
In love there's a treasure, there's pain in the pleasure
In memories again I am strolling along
In Moore Street where I did dwell (Ryan's Fancy)
In Moore Street where I did dwell (Sons Of Erin)
In Mount Joy jail, one Monday morning, high above the gallows tree
In my heart I have always wanted to see
In my island cottage many, many miles away
In my memories again I am strolling along
In my memory I will always see (Dubliners)
In my memory I will always see (Sons Of Erin)
In nineteen hundred and fourteen, with winter soon to melt
In nineteen hundred and thirty four, December, the fourth day
In nineteen twelve they built a ship and Titanic was her name
In north Sydney now I stand, heading for my native land
In old St. John's I got on a big old seein' bus
In old St. John's Town, I'd love to go down
In Oranmore in the county Galway
In Pass Island Tickle the ghost gets the time
In Placentia Bay there sat on the shore
In sad despair I wander, my heart is filled with woe
In smiling June when roses bloom and the warbler cheers the grove
In South Australia I was born! #1
In South Australia I was born #2
In Strawberry Tower this damsel did dwell
In summertime, in summertime how gently winds can blow
In that September off Isle aux Morts
In the chilly hours and minutes .. of un-cer-tain-ty, I want to be
In the chilly month of winter, in the midst of frost and snow
In the cold Canadian waters north from the coast of Maine (Bert Cuff)
In the cold Canadian waters north from the coast of Maine (Dick Nolan)
In the cold Canadian waters north from the coast of Maine (Roy Payne)
In the cold Canadian waters where there's danger
In the days I went a courtin', I was never tired resortin'
In the first warmth of springtime when soft winds blow
In the merry month of June from me home I started (Ryan's Fancy)
In the merry month of June from me home I started (Signal Hill)
In the mid 1960s the news rang out clear
In the quiet village Tilting where night shadows creep
In the search of brighter things
In the shadow of an old pine tree an old grey rock you'll find
In the spring of nineteen fourteen the sealers came to town
In the springtime of the year, when the weather it was rainy
In the sweet town of Anthony, as I passed it by
In the town of Dartmouth, as ye soon shall hear
In the town of Deadman's Bay, on one quiet autumn's day
In the town of Lunenburg down Nova Scotia way
In the town of St. John's, that's where I chance to dwell
In the world's third largest seaport far across the sea
In the year 'ninety-eight, when our troubles were great
In the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and six
In the year of sixty-seven the government told us
In these wastes of icebound waters
In this dim bar all alone
In Wexford city there lived a lady
In Yarmouth Town there lived a man
In yon fair isle beyond Argyle
Inch by inch, row by row, gonna make this garden grow
Is it just me or a message from above
Is you 'appy
I's the b'y that builds the boat (Kenneth Peacock)
I'se da b'y that builds the boat (Shanneyganock)
I'se the b'y that builds the boat (Gordon Bok)
I'se the b'y that builds the boat (Gerald S. Doyle)
I'se the b'y that builds the boat (Great Big Sea)
It been on October the twenty-second, as you may understand
It being early one fine summer's morning
It being in the depth of winter, I'll ne'er forget the day
It being of a fair maid that was wandering in love
It bein' on one winter's evening as I lay down to sleep
It could break your heart to watch the sun
It happened on a certain day when the Rammelly was forced away
It happened to be on Christmas Day
It is the biggest mixup that you have ever seen
It makes me very sad to hear about the last minutes of the Ocean Ranger
It never rains in California
It seems a few years have gone by, by now
It seems your always on me back for something I just did
It takes a lot to get to the top
It took time to free me from this prison of
uncertainty
It was a charming young maiden fair
It was a cold winter's night and not a star was in sight
It was a day, a holiday, the very first day in the year
It was a fine and a pleasant day
It was by that cold November wind our loved one sailed away
It was down by Cults Garden for pleasure I did stray
It was down by Swansea barracks one May morning I strayed
It was down in the city, not far from this spot
It was down in the lowlands pretty Polly did dwell
It was down in Wexford city where a farmer he did dwell
It was down in yonder meadow for pleasure I did stray
It was early early in the spring
It was early in the fifties and in inland Labrador
It was early in the sping in the merry month of May
It was early Monday morning and the day'd been calm and fine
It was early one cold winter's morning
It was eighteen hundred and sixty-three away to the southern seas
It was four in the morning and nothing in sight
It was Friday morn when we set sail
It was in the city of London
It was in the month of June upon a Saturday afternoon
It was in the spring, this year of Grace, with new life pushing through
It was in the year of fifty-five on March the twentieth day
It was just before the last great charge
It was just like strapping 'em on and starting again
It was just the other night
It was mid-December, and the snow was still shy
It was October Thirteenth, Nineteen Forty-Two
It was of a lady was fair and handsome
It was of a rich merchant in London
It was of a rich merchant in London did dwell (Leach)
It was of a rich merchant in London did dwell (Peacock)
It was of a young couple in Strawbello dwell
It was of a young maiden who lived all alone
It was on a fine summer's morning
It was on a Monday as far as we all know
It was on a pleasant evening in the lovely month of June
It was on one cold and winter's night
It was on one Monday morning in that lovely month of June
It was on the road to Banyon one fine morning last July
It was one evening in Roscrae, in the merry month of May
It was out in old Ireland pretty Polly did dwell
It was summer, I remember, when the days were long and warm
It's a cold day for September, was all I thought to say
It's a cold winter's evening, and I'm just about froze
It's a damn tough life full of toil and strife we whaler men undergo
It's a lesson too late for the learning
It's a mauzy old day out in Port Aux Basque harbour
It's a working man I am
It's acrimony down in the card room
It's all because of you, I never said it but I wanted to
It's been some time since I've been to see the folks at home
It's been some years ago since I left from my island
It's been years since you told me you love me
It's blackfish at play in Hermitage Bay
It's busk ye, my lads, get you up on deck
It's closin' time and everybody's leavin'
It's early morn in late September
It's farewell now, Miss Gordie, I'm now going to leave you
It's for the old Tiger, she's trimmed up again
It's four in the morning, I'm standing on the corner
It's getting late, it's a quarter to three
It's good to see you, been a long, long time
It's half past midnight on Christmas Eve
It's hard to believe what we're seeing today
It's in the evening after dark
It's lonesome away from your kindred and all
It's many's the year I've been at this game
It's nice to be home on the banks of North River
It's nice to look back on the poor days we knew
It's of a beautful damsel who lived near the seaside
It's of a bold young smuggler
It's of a councillor, I declare, he had one comely daughter
It's of a farmer's daughter, so beautiful I'm told
It's of a gallant lady just in the prime of youth
It's of a handsome shepherd a flock of sheep did keep
It's of a jolly beggarman came tripping o'er the plain
It's of a jolly sailor boy who plowed the ocean free
It's of a lord lives in our parts
It's of a pretty fair maid as you shall understand
It's of a pretty ploughboy went whistling on his plough
It's of a rich merchant in London did dwell
It's of a rich nobleman's daughter
It's of a sailor of whom I write
It's of a wealthy squire who did live in this part
It's of a wild colonial boy, Jack Nolan was his name
It's of an Irishman I'm going to tell you
It's of an old bo's'n in London he did dwell
It's of Martin Hurley, you bet he's not slack
It's of Sir Walter Raleigh, I think that was his name (Peacock)
It's of Sir Walter Raleigh, I think that was his name(Leach)
It's of the fishing schooner Gin that sailed the wintry seas
It's on a cold and frosty night, the snow lay on the ground
It's only a rivel and just a puff that's moving her old brown sail
It's so nice to see you, I'm glad that you're here
It's spreading across the country like a wild fire on the run
It's spring on the island, the ice is in the bay
It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine
It's the first of July in our hometown
It's the thirtieth day of June on a Sunday afternoon
It's the 24th of May and we likes to get away
It's to me, Johnny Poker
It's up in Fox Island, prosperity lies
I've a neat little cabin that's built out of mud
I've a nice little house and a cow or two with grass
I've been a bartender for nigh twenty years
I've been a gay rovin' young fellow
I've been a wild rover for many a year
I've been a wild rover these seven long years
I've been away most all of my life
I've been dreaming of the seashore and dad's old fishing skiff
I've been over Snowdon, I've slept up at Crowdon
I've been seven months aboard a shiny vessel
I've been thinking that I should quit drinking
I've crossed the ocean many times, been in many foreign lands
I've done a lot of living and I've found
I've ever roamed this foreign land
I've got a smile on my face, and I've got four walls around me
I've had enough of swiling ships, the squalor and the gore
I've heard all your great songs about Newfoundland
I've just been out to Donovan's until the break of day
I've sailed upon the ocean wide
I've seen a lot of sadness in the countries of this world
I've seen it all the rise and fall now the fishing stocks are gone
I've stood on a mountain north of Sandwich Bay
I've sung this song and I'll sing it again
I've told you all the story about Aunt Martha's sheep
I've traveled far by the northern star since the day that I was born
I've traveled the highways 'cross Canada's breast
I've travelled through life, I saw many's the strife
I've watched her alone
I've worked all my life in the cannery
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