O, beautiful star of Bethlehem
O, bury me not in the deep, deep sea (E. H. Chapin)
O, Canada! Our home and native land!
O, Chrissey went up to Aunt Margaret's to get a loan of her dick
O, come all you hardy fishermen, and listen to my song
O, don't you remember a long time ago
O, early in the morning when the breakfast bell did ring
O, first I came a-courted by a bonny young Irish b'y
O, in love there's a treasure, there's pain in the pleasure
O, it was a fine and a pleasant day
O, Little Town Of Bethlehem ushered out the Christmas Eve
O, Liverpool, England, is a place I love dear
O, Mary dear and did you hear the news I heard today?
O, once I was a waterman and lived at home at ease
O, rattlin', roarin' Willie
O, soldier, soldier, won't you marry me
O, sweet is the smile of the beautiful morn
O, the blowing gale and the raging sea
O, what will we do with the old herrings' heads
O, when I was young and boyish and me mind was full of glee
O, ye true born sons of Newfoundland, come listen unto me
October was looming, the fish it was scarce
O'er lovely Bonavista the August night came down
Of all the money e'er I had, I spent it in good company
Of all the pleasures in this world, the dearest one in life
Of all the Scottish northern chiefs
Of all the stars that ever shone
Off to the cold and stormy north where all is seldom peace
Oft' my thoughts drift back to childhood
Oh, a day that's held most dear by everyone that's here
Oh, a Newfie boy from Stephenville left his native soil
Oh, a sailor's life is the life for me
Oh, a squire in Bristol you quickly shall hear
Oh, all true lovers bold I hope you will attend
Oh, as I went home on a Monday night
Oh, Bill roved out in the morning just at the break of day
Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down
Oh, boys, brush up your beavers and wear your Sunday tie
Oh, boys, did you hear of the shower?
Oh, boys, did you see the races, our only derby day
Oh, bury me not in the deep deep sea (Peacock)
Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie
Oh, Campelton Loch, I wish you were whisky
Oh, Christmas brings back memories when I was just a boy
Oh, come all ye jolly sailor lads before the mast do sail
Oh, come on you loyal heroes wherever you may be
Oh da diddle la diddle la diddle la
Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
Oh, dear, what can the matter be #1
Oh, dear, what can the matter be #2
Oh, do you know the lake they call Lake Melville
Oh, don't come where we're to, stay where you're at
Oh, far away in Australia, soon will fate be kind
Oh, fare thee well, my dear, Mary Anne
Oh, father, why are you so sad on this bright Easter morn
Oh, first he was the captain of a coal-yard
Oh, first when I came in this world my troubles they began
Oh, fishin' in a dory off the coast of Newfoundland
Oh, Harbour Grace is a very nice place
Oh, here I am from Paddy's land a land of high reknown
Oh, here's good luck to the half-a-pint that sails in the Baltimore
Oh, herself Anastatia felt mopish and queer
Oh ho the rattlin' bog, the bog down in the valley-o
Oh, how I remember when I was a kid
Oh, I am a fair young lady whose fortune has been great
Oh, I am a sailor and home do write
Oh, I came from Upper Gullies, and me head filled up with knowledge
Oh, I have eaten him, what did I eat?
Oh, I hear make an' breaks a-runnin'
Oh, I hear the fifes a playin' high above the misty headlands
Oh, I still remember when I danced with you
Oh, I thought I heard our captain say
Oh, I thought I heard the old man say
Oh, I thought I heard the ol' man say
Oh, I went to see the walking match
Oh! I'll sing a little song tonight, if you'll just hold your tongue
Oh, I'm Barney Hare from the County Clare
Oh, I'm John Montague, work I want to do
Oh, I'm lonely tonight, love, without you
Oh, I'm Popeye the sailor man
Oh, I'm sitting on the stile, Mary (Long)
Oh, in Moore Street where I did dwell
Oh, it happened to be on Christmas Day
Oh, it is the biggest mixup that you have ever seen
Oh, it's to me, Johnny Poker
Oh, Jennifer Gentle and Rosemaree
Oh Jenny, take me home (A. Frank Willis)
Oh Jenny, take me home (Bob Porter)
Oh, John Cook, ye have taken us to hell
Oh, Labrador is the place we adore
Oh, last Sunday night at twelve o'clock as I lay in my bed
Oh, last Sunday night at 12 o'clock, three city sports put on their coats
Oh, last Tuesday evening at the theatre hall
Oh, let me tell you of a story that will give you a shock
Oh, listen awhile, my countrymen, and hear my latest news
Oh, Lord, have mercy on my soul
Oh, Lord, I have travelled and oh, I have roamed
Oh, Lukey's boat is painted green
Oh, Mary had a boyfiend and Willie was his name
Oh, Mary, this London is a wonderful sight
Oh, me and Bill went hunting moose
Oh, me Auntie Mary had a canary up the leg of her drawers
Oh, me husband's in Salonika, and I wonder if he's dead
Oh, me name is Dan Malone, I've no place to call me own
Oh, me name is Dick Darby, I'm a cobbler (Kilkenny Krew)
Oh, me name is Dick Darby, I'm a cobbler (Schooner Fare)
Oh, me name it is Cote, me boys
Oh, me name it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep
Oh, me name it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep (Fables)
Oh, meet me down at The Ship tonight at half past eight
Oh, Molly, lovely Molly, the rout it is begun
Oh, Mr. Wright at sixty-three was gay and full of fun
Oh, my brave laddie sleeps in his faded coat of blue
Oh, my dear, I'm all for Canada now, sadly we must part
Oh, my father was an Ulster man, proud Protestant was he
Oh, my mother is the ocean sea
Oh, my mother was frightened by a blackboard they say
Oh, my name is Brian Tobin and I'm here to work me plan
Oh, my name is John Steward
Oh, my name is Samuel Small, Samuel Small
Oh, my name was Robert Kidd as I sailed, as I sailed
Oh, Newfoundland, can you withstand the tides of change
Oh, Newfoundland, my Newfoundland, five hundred years ago
Oh, Newfoundland, Oh, Newfoundland, the island in the sea
Oh, now, brave Mike Dwyer, you and your trusty men
Oh, now is the time when the men are all ready
Oh, once I was a-courted by a bonny Irish boy
Oh, our schooner and our sloop in Ferryland they do lie
Oh, our troop was made ready at the dawning of the day
Oh, Peggy Gordon, you are my darling (Buddy Wasisname)
Oh, Peggy Gordon, you are my darling (Collected by Helen Creighton)
Oh, Peggy Gordon, you are my darling (Shanneyganock)
Oh, pity the fate of a poor Irish stranger
Oh, please ne'er forget me though waves now lie o'er me
Oh, quite early in March, I remember the date
Oh, ro, soon shall I see them
Oh, ro, the rattlin' bog, the bog down in the valley-O
Oh, Roger the miller came courting of late
Oh, Sally, Sally, one day, one day
Oh, say, gentle maiden, may I be your lover?
Oh, ships will come and ships will go
Oh, since this is the year of forty-one, the song that I will sing
Oh, soon I'll return to the isle of my birthplace
Oh, Sullivan's John, to the road you've gone
Oh, sweet is the smile of the beautiful morn
Oh, the 12 Elan goes bang, bang, bang
Oh, the bay is my home
Oh, the bicycle is all the rage on every street and town
Oh, the colour of amber is my love's hair
Oh, the everyday stress of just stayin' alive
Oh, the fish are all caught and the squids are all jigged
Oh, the girls of this place that live along the shore
Oh, the harbour is empty, there's fog in the air
Oh, the harbour lights are gleaming
Oh, the latest sensation, I think, it's the dude you will see at the rink
Oh, the moon was out,the stars were bright
Oh, the Moratorium, the Moratorium
Oh, the morning sun it shines, on the harbour and the bays
Oh, the night that Paddy Murphy died is a night I'll never forget
Oh, the night that Paddy Murphy died is a night I'll never forget (GBS)
Oh, the night was clear, the stars were shinin'
Oh, the Northern Lights of old Aberdeen
Oh, the ocean is a fortune for the people by the sea
Oh, the Robin Hood sack underwear
Oh, the sky was clear, the mornin' fair, not a breath came over the sea
Oh, the streams of lovely Nancy are divided in three parts
Oh, the summer time is coming #1
Oh, the summer time is comin' #2
Oh, the summer time is coming #3
Oh, the thirteenth day of May, b'ys, it was a sad sight
Oh, the trout liar is come on the train, and now look out for news
Oh, the wife she gets right vicious
Oh, the winter's night has such a bite
Oh, the year was 1778
Oh, the year was 1978
Oh, then fare ye well, sweet Donegal, the Rosses and Gweedore
Oh, there is an ancient at the other end of town
Oh, there once was a swagman camped in a billabong
Oh, there was once a charming lad whose name was Harry Dunn
Oh, there'll never be a lady like Mom
Oh, there're sober men and plenty
Oh, there's a wedding in the chapel and the bride is oh so happy
Oh, there's lots of fish in Bonavist' Harbour
Oh, they built the ship Titanic to sail the ocean blue
Oh, this is the place where the fishermen gather
Oh, tonight a teardrop fills my eye when I recall my home
Oh, tonight the west moon hangs over the harbour
Oh, Toronto's underneath an inch of snow
Oh, Uncle, come tell us that wonderful tale
Oh, we sailed away at the break of day
Oh, well come gather all around me
Oh, well, I'm standing on the edge of town
Oh, we're off to take a trip, we've different destinations
Oh, what a pretty maiden in my time I have been
Oh, what a world of flummery, there's nothing but deceit in ye
Oh, what do you say when you're out the bay
Oh, what I'd give to be a gaffer back home
Oh, when I die put me on a fast train
Oh, when I was a little boy to London I did go
Oh, when Jack comes ashore he's got money galore
Oh when the lord came home that night inquiring for his lady-o
Oh, where have you been all the day, me Willie boy, Willie boy
Oh, where is the Scotsmen that don't love the thistle
Oh, won't you come along with me, love
Oh, write me down, ye powers above
Oh, ye girls in the village, ye girls in the town
Oh, ye landsmen and ye seamen, come listen to my song
Oh, ye landsmen who live on the shore, how can you understand
Oh, years ago I used to be as smart a chap as you could see
Oh, you may bless your happy lots, all ye who dwell on shore
Oh, you western ocean laborers, I would have you all beware
Old Grandma when the west was new
Old Jim Jones the fisher, the trapper, the trawler
Old man Rhythm's gettin' in my shoes
Old married couple were seated
Old Mickey Brannigan had a bull pup
Old St. John's by the sea brings me back through memory
Old St. John's is sinkin'
Oleander, Oleander, will you bloom again this spring
On a far off August day
On a fine spring day in the month of May
On a hill over there stands an old ragged house
On a hill overlooking Trout River
On a less than perfect day, with the fog upon the bay
On a little hill in a little cove
On a little island in the North Atlantic
On a morning bright and clear to my old home I drew near
On a morning whilst the dewdrops besprinkled each meadow
On a night as black as a raven's feather
On a sad November Day we hear of Flanders Fields
On a summer day, while the waves were rippling
On April last, the eighteenth day, attention give to what I say
On April the first, two thousand and ten
On Monday morning with Mary Ann
On Ranter's Wharf the sun went sailing down
On Route 320 on the coast of Newfoundland
On Saturday evening at the concerting hall
On September 11th, we will not forget the year
On St. Patrick's Day at ten o'clock the fight it did begin
On St. Patrick's Day, the seventeenth
On stage of the world's great theatre
On the banks of the Clyde stood a lad and his lassie
On the banks of the Tweed where the tides do run slowly
On the battle field in sunny France a hero brave did stand
On the bonnie hills of Scotland where those bluebells they do grow
On the bonny hills of Scotland where the bluebells they do grow
On the busy streets of Toronto I spent my younger days
On the deck of a recruiting ship a young man he did stand
On the eighteenth day of December the Rudolph left the town
On the eighteenth of November, as ye all will remember
On the eighteenth of November, as you might all remember
On the eighth of last July, when the wind was blowing high
On the fifteenth day of February, nineteen eighty-two
On the fifteenth day of February in nineteen eighty-two
On the first day of April eighteen hundred and seventy-two
On the first day of September, as the second day grew near
On the fourteenth day of February, as you may understand
On the fourteenth day of June, my b'ys, on Flanders where we lay
On the fourteenth of February we sailed from the land
On the headland of Journois, on the first day of May
On the noble fleet of whalers out sailing from Dundee
On the road the frost is glistenin', people stream from midnight mass
On the rocky coast of Scotland in a little village there
On the shores of Aconi, 'round four in the mornin'
On the shores of Labrador
On the streets of the night
On the tenth day of June, boys, as we sailed away
On the tenth of April, 1912, her whistles they did sound
On the tenth of September as you all may remember
On the Terra Nova Captain Kean with two hundred and ten
On the twelfth of July from Lewisporte set sail
On the twentieth of April, nineteen-seventy
On the twenty-fifth of August the gale began to rise
On the twenty-ninth of August in nineteen ninety eight
On the wall of my home there's a picture
On the wall of our home there hangs a picture
On Tuesday last at half past ten a crowd did congregate
On wings of the wind o'er the dark rolling deep
Once a jolly swagman was camping by the billabong
Once again with the tide she slips her lines
Once I had a little dog, his name was Short Tailed Towser
Once I had a sweetheart but now he is gone
Once I had a true love but now she is gone
Once I was a-courted by a bonny Irish boy
Once I was a waterman and lived at home at ease
Once I was an apprentice bound, the salty seas for to sail around
Once I was invited to a nobleman's wedding
Once there was a turbot way down in the sea
Once upon a time in a not so distant land
Once upon a time in Labrador, I went fishing and I went ashore
One Christmas Eve I sat up late, hoping for the chance
One cold frosty morning as I was a-walking
One cold winter night when the tempest was stormy
One cold winter's morning in December, the year of eighty-five
One day in April we sailed out the bay
One day in December I'll never forget (Fowke and Johnston)
One day in December I'll never forget (Ed McCurdy)
One day in September the skies they were blue
One day on the dock I stood watching the ships
One day, one day in the main-top high
One day the larks with cheerful note sang loudly in the air
One evening as the sun went down, the jungle fires were burning
One evening for pleasure I rambled
One evening ranging for recreation
One evening so late as I rambled
One fine day in the month of June
One fine summer's evening as I was a-walking
One fine summer's evening as I went a-walking
One fine summer's mornin' as I went out walkin'
One for the Morning Glory, two for the early dew
One lovely night in summer, before he went away
One misty moisty morning, when cloudy was the weather
One morning as I rambled, so early in the spring
One morning in August the sun it did shine
One morning in May I rambled away
One morning in the month of May as clearly showed the sun
One morning, one morning, one morning in May
One morning, one morning, one morning in spring
One night as I lay on my bed asleep
One night as I sat in my own cozy corner
One night as the moon it shone bright on the sky
One night feelin' gay sure I went to a play
One night it was dark and was stormy
One night last week at twelve o'clock as I lay in my bed
One Saturday afternoon I went out for a walk
One Saturday night as you may suppose
One pleasant evening in the month of June
One thousand years ago when fair winds they did blow
One yellow tooth that stuck out through that's hardened by the wind
Ooh, I wonder when this night is over
Our barque leaves this harbour tomorrow
Our captain called all hands and away tomorrow
Our captain calls all hands away tomorrow
Our culture's like a flower; our people like the earth
Our Father up in heaven watch over me
Our island was discovered so long, long ago
Our marriage was happy, I was never alone
Our schooner and our sloop in Ferryland they do lie
Our schooner and our sloop in Ferryland they do lie
Our ship was a ship, so fine a ship
Our troop was made ready at the dawning of the day
Out along the harbour reach
Out from the shore where the land meets the sea
Out on the Mira on warm afternoons
Out through the narrows, we'll sail for wide ocean
Outside the rain is softly falling
Over an ocean and over a sea
Over Christmas I'm gonna take a little ride
Over in Teddy's barn, sittin' around and havin' a yarn
Over Pipers Stock Hill take the time for to wander
Overlooking the waters of Lake Melville so grand
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