St. John's in Terra Nova
Sad comes the news from o'er the sea
Sad comes the news from over the sea
Sad sadness today is ringing
Sadly but slowly one night in November
Safe home, safe home
Sailing down the Baltic where the wreck mark buoys peal
Sailing in and out the bay
Sails on the ocean far out on the tide
Sally Brown, come down I wants you
Santa Claus is comin' on a trike
Saturday night and the moon is out
Schooners through the highways rock
Seasons come and go and then some seasons I remember
Seaweed Joe lives on the coast
See the sun it's shining down
Seems it took a century for me to grow
up
Seems light years ago when just three feet I stood
Seven years I lived in that city
She bought her love the warmest
wool
She could've made a midnight move
She got up the steam twelfth day of March and shortly did embark
She left St.John's one day in May dressed in her Sunday best
She loves to dance and sing some too
She remembers how they'd cry and laugh
She stands alone in the morning
light
She was a pirate ship, left alone at sea
She was named Ocean Ranger
She went down last October in a pouring driving rain
She wrote him this letter that's covered with tears
She'd never been there before
She's a fisher woman and don't give a
damn
She's a lady, a real special lady
She's a mighty big river, The Humber, my
friend
She's a rocky isle in the ocean
She's a saucy fast packet and a packet
of fame
She's at the waterfront tonight, waiting for her man
She's bordered by inlets, tickles and
sounds
She's like the swallow that flies so
high
She's not an angel sent from up
above
She's the grandest of ladies and still not that old
Ships may come and ships may go
Short jacket and blue trousers
Short taken, short taken, why must it be so
Shout loud the praise of Newfoundland, our gallant volunteers
Shy one, dear one, keeper of my
heart
Side by side and step by step
Since you've been gone I feel so much better
Sir, beyond that point, that's the open
sea
Sit down and I'll sing you a ditty
Sit down, Mr. Musicman, tell me where you've been
Sitting on our front porch, watching my kids trim the tree
Skipper Abe Warren, a good man is he
Skipper at the helm and a firm grip in his hand
Skipper only got one oar
Sliding down the Barracks Hill beyond the speed of light
Slowly I rambled by the banks of a river
Small craft in a harbour that's still and
serene
Small town attitude and big white lies breaking people's hearts in two
So, goodnight my friends as the dawn comes pale
So late one evening all in the month of may
So now it's spring, we'll all rise and sing
So, swing her head 'round, we're heading for the wester'
So, swing me 'round just one more time
So well I remember the morning that I sailed
away
So, what's your name?
Softly like the mist upon the morning
Soldiers in dreams are like lovers that come without warning
Some boyos when they go out
courtin'
Some children were playing one day on a
street
Some folks say cheerio when they wave the hand to you
Some people come for children and take them for their own
Some words in our life we find hard to say
Some worry that the world will end tomorrow
Something keeps passin through my mind
Sometimes I'm up, sometimes I'm down
Sonny lives on a farm on a wide open
space
Sons and daughters of our land
Soon as we gets to gas 'n' oil, now how's your boots
Speedin' along in the fast lane
Spend my life sailing on a sea that has no shame
Standing by her window one day, gazing out at those gypsies gay
Standing in the line-up at a well known bank in town
Stay, stay, dearest Phoebe, why are you in such haste?
Steaming eastward out to sea with a cross-wind blowing free
Stephany.... You're the flower of the
spring
Sunbeams in crimson and shadows
Sunday morning just at nine, Dan McGinty
dressed so fine
Sunny days down in the harbour
Sunshine and flowers, happy for hours
Sure as I went a-walking one morning in
May
Sure, I like to rise when the sun she rises
Surrounded by a mighty sea, there's an island dear to me
Surrounded by rough waters just west of
Baccalieu
Surrounded by the concrete, caught up in the race
Sweet Nellie was a lovely girl living in our
town
Sweetheart I'm bidding you fond farewell
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