Nancy from London, from London's fair town
Near Oranmore in the County Galway
Near Rygate there lived a farmer
Near to Banbridge Town, in the County Down one morning in July
'Neath Pacific skies I'm dreaming of my homeland
Never pack your woman's suitcase when you're going on a trip
Newfoundland, my Newfoundland, five hundred years ago
Newfoundland, Oh, Newfoundland, the island in the sea
Newfoundland? Perchance they may have told you
Nineteen hundred and forty-nine
No highway there led down the way they followed
No, Kathleen, don't go walkin' down that road
Nobody knows how long it's been ever since the world began
Northerly bobbing up and down along with all the others
Not a boat in Peter's River or in all St. Mary's Bay
Not a day goes by that I don't sit and reminisce
Not so many years ago, when I was just a kid
Not theirs to die where the falchions flash
November eighteenth in nineteen twenty-nine
Now, all you young men who go chopping
Now, as I come home on Monday night
Now, as I rode out on one morning in May
Now, as I was a-walking one morning in May
Now, boys, for diversions we've all got together
Now, brave Mike Dwyer, you and your trusty men
Now, Charlotte lived on the mountain side
Now, come all of ye true sons of Erin
Now, come to me and listen to a story I'd like to tell
Now, Dennis O'Brien has three daughters fine
Now, 'ere's a little story, to tell it is a must
Now, Eileen O'Grady, a sweet island lady
Now, friends, if you will listen to me for just one minute, please
Now, hasten forth, reporter man, the editor did say
Now, here's to you wherever you may be
Now, I came home the other night
Now, I know that we don't talk like you mainlanders
Now, I was born, as folks will say, in a house out around the bay
Now is the time when the men are all ready
Now it's of a blind beggar for a long time was blind
Now, it's just my luck to have the watch, with nothing left to do
Now, I'm thinking of a pretty girl, they say all sailors do
Now I'm wayward, I've come right back to the start
Now, I've got a story to tell of a ship that served her people well
Now, Jack arrived at London City
Now, Jessie Collins was an average man, wasn't looking for fame
Now, Joey can you see us?
Now, Johnny Brown is a friend of mine
Now, Mother, don't cry, you know it must be
Now, my boys, I think it's time
Now, my day begins at eight as I open up the gate
Now, my love's name for to mention, oh, in Ireland he was born
Now, old Ireland 'tis the place for a frolic
Now, old Johnny Bucher he lived by himself
Now, on the night that I struck New York
Now, once I having a little 'prentice
Now, one evening for a stroll, John, on Bowring's wharf I went
Now, the autumn leaves are falling
Now, the evening star shone beauteous bright
Now, the hair on my head may be just a little thin
Now the hardbread's gettin' lonely, soakin' there all by itself
Now, the Hudson Bay Company runs its ships in the summertime
Now, the ice still clings to the rocks in the harbour
Now, the Lord above I guess he thought
Now, there she goes with the wind right off
Now, there's a little place that I know that you'd be going to
Now, 'tis of a young maiden this story I'll tell
Now, 'twas nineteen hundred and twenty-nine
Now, 'twas twenty-five or thirty years since Jack first saw the light
Now, when I was a young man I carried me pack
Now, when I was a younger boy to the Droke cliff I would stroll
Now, when the good ole holidays roll around
Now, Willie was a Casanova way back in fifty-seven
Now, ye laddies and lassies, I pray pay attention
Now, ye rambling boys of pleasure
Now, young and old, I pray draw near and listen awhile to me
Now, young and old, I'd pray take warning
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