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Wa-wa-wa-wa, wa-waltzing with bears

Wait until the bay is froze, scrape and shovel off the snow

Waiting for the nightingale to sing

Wake up Lazy Tom get your feet outta bed

Wake up without a care

Walk down by the Legion, meet old friends of mine

Walk down by the ocean in the early morning mist

Walk me to the corner when the moon is full

Walking down Gower Street one Sunday evening

Walking in my father's land

Walking the streets of my home town

Want to do the punk junk, out on the floor

Was it love or was it contentment that led me to tie myself down

Was it the light from the window

Was somewhere in the Green Bay, Uncle Jim jumped from his chair

Wasn't it just over ten years ago

Watch out for old naily boards

Watch the field behind the plow turn to straight dark rows

Watched seagulls fly way up high

Watching the sand fall gets you nothing

Watching the sea till his day's work is done

Way back in history about three thousand BC

Way down a lone green valley where the roses bloom and fade

Way down in East Cape Breton

Way down in that beautiful field there was a beautiful tree

Way down in the county Kerry in a place they call Tralee

Way hey and away we go, donkey riding, donkey riding

Way out in California, a family bright and gay

Way up in the North Atlantic where the chilly breezes blow

We are coming, Mr Coaker, from the East, West, North and South

We are Newfoundlanders

We are singing for fishermen

We are the Irish fishermen who work out on the deep

We come on the Sloop John B

We do admire the little boats as they go so far to sea

We don't dance the two-step anymore

We fought in wars on foreign shores

We get up in the black down the coal town road

We got up steam the ninth of March and then we sailed away

We gotta turn this ship around, boys

We just lost sight of the Queensport light

We leaved our homes on Tuesday, the day was bright and clear

We left Flat Bay, the five of us, and we're goin' to hunt the moose

We left Galveston, Texas, in December safe and sound

We left home to go away, our fortunes for to find

We left our home in Newfoundland, passed through Cape Breton's shore

We left the port of Sydney on a calm and cheerful day

We live down here in Newfoundland

We live in the most beautiful land

We live in the Northland where there's frost and it snows

We live with computers, buildings so tall

We lived, we loved in childhood

We look and see the boats out in the harbour

We love the place, O God, wherein thine honour dwells

We love what we're fighting for, home boys home

We may not be so great

We met in the springtime when blossoms unfold

We now relate the mournful fate of gallant sealers dead

We often hear tell of the good times we had

We often read of heroes bold and noble deeds they done

We play hockey on the streets

We sailed away at the break of day

We sailed away down Baffin Bay

We sailed away from Derry quay on the twenty-third of May

We set our traps in the bitter cold

We shipped aboard a Yankee ship for coastal Labrador

We shipped with young Goodridge in the Spring of the year (Doyle)

We shipped with young Goodridge in the Spring of the year (Lehr/Best)

We sit together, two souls who have weathered a storm

We stand on the shore and gaze out to sea

We travelled way down east this year to see our parents place

We weighed our anchors in Harley Buck

We went into the woods one day up to our knees in snow

We went to Burnt Islands, we brought our ship to

We were born in Rose Blanche, boys

We were bound home in October from the shores of Laborador

We were boys together, I remember how we cried

We were drinking down to Ready's house

We were far from the shores of England

We were homeward bound one night on the deep

We were married when we were much too young

We were none of us thinking of danger

We were poor but I was satisfied

We were sitting on the wall upon a Sunday

We were taught the Golden Rule at the saggin' sunday school

We were young when we started out

We will work the woods and water

We would stand for hours in the cold and listen to the radio

Welcome to my island, this is home sweet home to me

Welcome to Newfoundland and Labrador

Well, a dollar was a dollar way back then

Well, a process man am I and I'm telling you no lies

Well, come all ye jolly sailor boys who to the sea belong

Well, come gather all around me

Well done you boys from Newfoundland

Well, first to get a moose licence you apply for six whole years

Well, General Taylor gained the day

Well, Georgie he could build a boat and he's the b'y could drive her

Well, he came home on Monday night

Well, he throws his jacket on the motel bed

Well, here I am from Paddy's land, a land of high reknown

Well, here we are in New South Wales

Well, here's a little story that I would like to tell

Well, here's to the people on Monday to Friday

Well, how do you do, Private William McBride

Well, I am a little beggarman, a begging I have been

Well, I been across this country and across the USA

Well, I came into a scolding wife a few short years ago

Well, I fell in love at eleven years old with the nicest girl in school

Well, I have often heard it said from me father and me mother

Well, I know a cat named Way-Out Willy

Well, I know that you've got important feelings to relate

Well, I know what it's like to be lonely

Well, I left Cape Breton on a coal boat

Well, I left Toronto city on a train eastward bound

Well, I live by myself on this small piece of land

Well, I meant to call just before I left to go away

Well, I never felt more like singin' the blues

Well, I played the wild rover for manys the year

Well, I quit my job on the mainland

Well, I spied a berry bush as I was strolling home one day

Well, I sure hope you're listening

Well, I tiptoed by my window just to see what I could see

Well, I took a stroll on the old long walk

Well, I was drinkin' beer down in Carbonear

Well, I was swingin' and diggin, diggin' and swingin

Well, I woke up Sunday mornin' with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt

Well, if somehow you could pack up your sorrows

Well, I'll tell ya man I don't understand about this world today

Well, I'll tell you of a place you know well

Well, I'm a Newfie by George, but my name it is Dick

Well, I'm from around the bay but I lived in town

Well, I'm going away from the land of my childhood

Well, I'm selling everything I own, the kitchen table, too

Well, I'm standing on the edge of town

Well, I's da b'y that builds the boat, uh-huh

Well, it all started back in the sixties

Well, it was four in the morning and nothing in sight

Well, it's blackfish at play in Hermitage Bay

Well, it's in the evening after dark

Well, it's so old but ever new, Newfoundland

Well, I've always been a fisherman since the day I finished school

Well, I've been away most all of my life

Well, I've been over Snowdon, I've slept up at Crowdon

Well, I've had my taste of city livin'

Well, I've often heard it said by me father and me mother

Well, I've seen many places in my life

Well, I've sung this song and I'll sing it again

Well, I've told you all the story about Aunt Martha's sheep

Well, Jimmy played harmonica in the pub where I was born

Well, Johnny O'Rourke he lived all alone

Well, me great-grandfather was a stowaway

Well, my freezer ain't got no tee bone

Well, my name is A. Frank Willis, and I do a one-man show

Well, now, here I am from Paddy's land, a land of high reknown

Well, oh, Lukey's boat is painted green

Well, old friend, here I am, I told you I'd be back

Well, old man Rhythm's gettin' in my shoes

Well, old St John's is sinkin'

Well, one fine day in the month of June

Well, Sir Paul and Lady Heather Mills out to the ice floes came

Well, some day I'll return to Newfoundland

Well, the DJ's used to play my music back in history

Well, the night was late, I was all alone

Well, the savage loves his native shore

Well, the sun's comin' up, it's gonna be a beautiful day

Well, the sun's gone down for many a cove

Well, the times are rough, and it's gettin' tough

Well, the tough dirty miner works hard for his pay

Well, the weather is against me and the wind's blowing hard

Well, there is an ancient party at the other end of town (GBS)

Well, there is an ancient party at the other end of town (Johnny Burke)

Well, there was an old farmer who lived down in Spain

Well, there we are, boys, just a-gleaming in the sun

Well, there's lots of music on the go

Well, they sang about a beaches girl, the one they call Fraulein

Well, we set our traps in the bitter cold

Well, we're good old boys, we come from the North Shore

Well, we're happy Newfoundlanders and proud of our great land

Well, we're home again in Newfoundland this year

Well, who wouldn't be a sailor lad, sailing on the main

Well, you never know just who you're goin' to meet

Well, you sailed the cold waters of the great northern bays

Well, you wake up in the morning so alone and blue

Well, you went for a walk, sir?

We'll go back, back in time once more

We'll have a good old Newfie Christmas alright

We'll meet again, my friend

We'll rant and we'll roar like true Newfoundlanders (Andrews)

We'll rant and we'll roar like true Newfoundlanders (Doyle)

We'll rant and we'll roar like true Newfoundlanders (GBS)

We'll rant and we'll roar like true Newfoundlanders (Ryan's Fancy)

We'll sound the hardy sealers praise, a wild and cheerful strain

We're bound for St Peters for baccy and rum

We're bound to St Peter's for 'baccy and rum

We're built like a rock, especially for the rock

We're coming home, the celebration's on

We're everyone's sons and daughters

We're gettin' ready for Christmas

We're going down to the fishing hole

We're good old boys, we come from the North Shore

We're happy Newfoundlanders and proud of our great land

We're home again in Newfoundland this year

We're off to take a trip, we've different destinations

We're on the one road, sharin' the one load (Shanneyganock)

We're on the one road, sharin' the one load (Sons Of Erin)

We're patrolling the sea as you very well know

We're proud Nunatukavut, Inuit and Innu

We're surrounded by water and live by the sea

We're the best partners this world's ever seen

We're two weather beaten old Newfoundland fishermen

We've got everything packed from tobacco to dishes

We've paid in hell since Moscow burned

We've spanned the Great Island, we've bridged the wide streams

We've waited all this time, this long and lonely time

Whale song, soft and low, sing a story as gently you go

What a pretty maiden in my time I have been

What a world of flummery, there's nothing but deceit in ye

What ails you, my daughter dear?

What can you do when the love you once had

What colour is a heartache

What do you do with a drunken sailor?

What do you know, it's been 42 years

What do you say when you're out the bay

What did I have, said a fine old woman

What happened to the Southern Cross?

What have you got if you ain't got love?

What I'd give to be a gaffer back home

What shall we do with a drunken sailor?

What started out as a beautiful day soon turned into a raging storm

What will we do with the old herrings' heads

What will you do when the rain comes

Wheels just turned a billion times

When a sailor comes on shore, he has silver, gold in store

When all beside a vigil keep the West's asleep

When apples still grow in November

When boyhood's fire was in my blood I read of ancient freemen

When Cabot landed on our rocky shores over 500 years ago

When Charlie he worked out Old Jack it caused him for to boast

When Father papered the parlour you couldn't see him for paste

When first I landed in Liverpool I went out on a spree

When first to this country a stranger

When first to this country a stranger I came here

When first to this country I came as a stranger

When going to the fair at Dingle

When Harry agreed to build a boat

When I die put me on a fast train

When I first courted sweet lovely Nancy

When I first saw her, she nearly blew my mind

When I first went to Trinity in the brave old days of yore

When I go a-walking I hear people talking

When I go to Labrador, try my fish three days or more

When I have money for to spend and time to sit and talk awhile

When I left my Torbay home I was young and bound to roam

When I stop to count my blessings a little while each day

When I was a bachelor about sixteen I followed a roving trade

When I was a boxing young fellow

When I was a child my family would travel

When I was a lad I was very glad to work out in the daytime

When I was a lad in a fishin' town

When I was a lad on the Emerald Isle

When I was a lttle baby, 'bout a hundred years ago

When I was a little bitty baby

When I was a little boy so my mother told me, to me

When I was a little boy to London I did go

When I was a rambling young fellow

When I was a small boy my father I'd ask

When I was a young boy I was so fascinated

When I was a young boy, tried hard to understand

When I was a young lad about eight or ten

When I was a young lad around 20 years old

When I was a young lad I thought he was 15 feet tall

When I was a young lad just barely fourteen (Payne)

When I was a young man just barely fourteen (GBS)

When I was a young man I played the guitar

When I was a young man I was led astray

When I was a young thing I lived with my granny

When I was a youngster and started to roam

When I was a youngster I thought I'd like to roam

When I was at home I was merry and frisky

When I was but a little lad, 'way down in Joe Batts Arm

When I was courting Lena we used to have such fun

When I was just a lad of nine

When I was just a young boy I'd walk along the shore

When I was young and boyish and me mind was full of glee

When I was young and in my prime, and could wander wild and free

When I was young and in my prime, I thought I'd go for a river driver

When I was young and in my prime, like many's the young man, too

When I was young and in my prime, my age scarce twenty-one

When I was young and youthful my age scarce twenty-one

When I was young I spent some time Across with me Uncle Mike

When I was young I'd sit by the water

When I was young my father said

When I was young my work begun

When I was young, scarce twenty-one, I followed a roving trade

When I woke up this morning to face another day

When I'm dead and laid out on the counter

When it's smelt fishing time on the lakes of Bras D'Or

When Jack comes ashore he's got money galore

When Jack had pulled the oar and the boat was gone

When just a child, I called her Rose, the flower of my heart

When Kate she joined in wedlock 'twas sixteen hundred and two

When last I saw John Williams, a young man full of pride

When lured by dreams of salmon streams and sylvan beauties rare

When men lived off the land and water

When Napoleon Bonaparte to Moscow he went

When Paddy McGinty plays the harp you haven't to have a chance

When she lays down beside me, and the conversation's right

When she leaves safe harbour

When summer's passed and brown leaves fall, and dark clouds fill the sky

When sun rays crown thy pine clad hills

When Sunday comes 'round and you're feeling blue

When Susan strayed the briny beach not far from Sligo shore

When the Americays were dry

When the boats all get to sailing and the men are off and gone

When the bo's'n's loud whistle keeps sounding

When the bright light of days did end

When the curtains of night are pinned back by the stars

When the little boats go out to sea from the shores of Newfoundland

When the lord came home that night inquiring for his lady-o

When the morning comes on and the moon goes astray

When the night comes and people homeward tread

When the old boat leaves the dock, I'll never look back

When the postman delivered the letter

When the rain is comin' down, and life's a mighty drag

When the sun came up this morning it found me eastward bound

When the sun goes down o'er Dublin town, the colors last for hours

When the sun rises over these hills

When we were just kids out jiggin' for tom cods

When winter comes around, and you're out around the town

When you are away from home, it only takes a few words

When you cry it feels like a part of me dies

When you left I thought that I would soon be over you

When you reach that place you've searched for all this time

When you said that it was over and that was how it is

When you sing about islands you think of the sea

When you were a little girl and the first big flakes would fall

When your eyes smile you take me to the green fields back home

When your feet feel like they're made of stone

When you're in love, there's no time and no space

When you're sailin' out for the first time

Where are ye a-going, my pretty maid?

Where be it Blackbird to? I know where he be

Where do you go, little herring?

Where does the good times go

Where is the Scotsmen that don't love the thistle

Where Patterson Creek's muddy waters run down

Where the Atlantic meets our coast line on our rugged western shore

When the boots are on the last, Dolly Gray

When the fog down from the mountain

Where have you been all the day, me Willie boy, Willie boy

Where the earth shows its bones of wind broken stone and the sea

Where the mountains meet the western coast

Where the mountain sweeps down to meet the coast along the bay

Where the northern lights are shining bright

Where the seagull soars and the mighty ocean roars

Where the wind blows tonight I will follow

Where the winter blizzards blow, and the whaling fleet's at rest

Where ya goin', Grampy? Can I go there, too?

While going the road to sweet Athy, A-roo, Ha-roo

While going to the fair of Dingle

While sitting alone on a fine August day

While strolling along in the country

While strolling through a lovely garden

While walking towards the motor boat

While wandering in the shadows of the pines my love and I

While working one year, my money I sove

Whiskey, you're the devil, you're leadin' me astray

Who are the children of the night?

Who is at my window weeping, weeping there so bitterly?

Who were you thinking of when we were making love last night?

Who wouldn't be a sailor lad, sailing on the main

Who's gonna farm your oil, who's gonna build your walls

Why don't you come... see the sun... rise above... Signal Hill

Why, Dermott, you look healthy now when you dresses neat and plain

Why, fair maid in every feature

Why, liquor of life, do I love you so

Why this heaving and commotion on society's broad ocean

Will you be true, my darling, a true sweetheart to me

Will you come to the bower o'er the free boundless ocean (Ryans Fancy)

Will you come to the bower o'er the free boundless ocean (The Dubliners)

Will you dance with me tonight, my love

"Will you join up with my Party," said Joey, to the Guy

Will you love me when I'm old and feeble

Will you marry me today?

Windy was a little girl that lived in a house by the water

Winter wind and evening showers

Wish me a rainbow and wish me a star

With a dark and rolling sea between my true love and me (Ryan's Fancy)

With his cobbler's hammer tapping

With knife and fork, with kettle and pan

With me old clay pipe and me donkey and me cart

With me spade in me hand

With our nets and gear we're faring

With silver studs a-shining on a leather jacket

With the dark and rolling sea between my true love and me (Robbie Martin)

With the sun slowly shrinking behind the big hill

Within my prison cell so dreary, alone I sit with aching heart

Without roots to set me on the ground

With so many men around, I know it's hard for you

Wohin auch das Auge blicket Moor und Heide nur ringsum

Woke up this morning in a hotel room in Montreal

Woman of Labrador, children 'round your cabin door

Won't you come along with me, love

Worn down shacks of labour past on a hill of broken stone

Wouldn't it be great if no one ever got offended

Write me down, ye powers above

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Ye boys and girls that have a mind

Ye bully boys of Liverpool, and I'll have you all beware

Ye daring sons of Newfoundland, come listen unto me (Susan)

Ye daring sons of Newfoundland, come listen unto me (Tolsby)

Ye feeling-hearted Christians, hold on and console with me

Ye feeling-hearted people, and likewise children dear

Ye fellows smokes tobacco, come pity my case

Ye fishermen free that go forth on the sea

Ye fishermen who know so well the dangers of the deep

Ye foggy girls of Liverpool, to you I'm going to write

Ye girls in the village, ye girls in the town

Ye hardy sons of Newfoundland, I hope you will draw near

Ye kind and tender Christians, I pray you now draw near

Ye lads and lasses of Newfoundland come listen to my sad tale

Ye lads and lassies of Newfoundland come listen to my sad tale

Ye ladies and ye gentlemen, I pray you lend an ear

Ye landsmen and ye landsmen bold

Ye landsmen and ye seamen all, come listen to what I write

Ye landsmen and ye seamen bold, come listen to what I write

Ye landsmen and ye seamen bold, it's on you I will call

Ye landsmen and ye seamen, come listen to my song

Ye landsmen that live on the land, come listen to what I write

Ye landsmen that live on land, it's little do ye know

Ye landsmen who live on the shore, how can you understand

Ye lovers all, both great and small, with a solid good intention

Ye loyal Britons, pray give ear

Ye mariners all as ye pass by

Ye men that works down in this cave

Ye muses nine now do combine and listen to my song

Ye muses nine with me combine, your aid I do invite

Ye muses nine with me combine, help me both day and night

Ye muses so kind that are guarded by wind

Ye muses so kind that are guided by wind

Ye noble-hearted Christians I hope that you'll attend

Ye noble Newfoundlanders that suffered in the gale

Ye offspring of satan of ancient Hibernia

Ye people all both great and small, I pray ye will attend

Ye people all both great and small, I'll have ye understand

Ye people all both great and small, please hearken unto me

Ye people of thee United States come listen to my song

Ye plucky boys of Lear's Cove

Ye rambling boys of Erin, ye rambling boys, beware

Ye ramblin' boys o' Liverpool, ye sailormen beware

Ye rambling boys of pleasure, I have you to beware

Ye ramblin' b'ys of pleasure, I'll have you to beware

Ye rambling boys of pleasure, take heed to these words I write

Ye seamen bold, as I have been told

Ye sons of Columbia, attention all I'll pray

Ye tender hearted Christians, I hope you will attend

Ye tender hearted Christians, I pray ye lend an ear

Ye tender hearted Christans, ye widows, and mothers, too

Ye tender young lovers of Erin, come listen a while unto me

Ye Torbay boys and did ye hear

Ye true born sons of Newfoundland, come listen unto me

Years ago I used to be as smart a chap as you could see

Years and years have gone by but memories remain

Yellow balloons and bright yellow ribbons

Yes, I'm drinkin' once again

Yes, you're goin' out the same way you came in

Yesterdays of winter, drifting through my mind

Yestere'en the Quene had four Marys

Yonder I strayed by the banks of a river

You and I underneath the moon, by open fire not a lonely room

You are my never fading rose

You ask me what I like about the Maritimes

You ask me why I look so sad on this bright summer day

You asked me to tell you a story

You asked me to tell you the reason

You broke my heart, little darlin'

You bully boys of Liverpool I'll have you all beware

You came along when life was really down

You can be anythin' you want to be

You can feel the excitement as you walk through the door

You can search hand-in-hand all across this great land

You can see the squares of canvas dancing over the horizon

You can sing if you want, you can take off your clothes

You can smell the salt water on a warm summer night

You can tell a Nova Scotian by the fragrance of the ocean

You can travel the earth from the time of your birth

You come home late and you come home early

You could shoot off a cannon down the middle of Bond

You could watch her spread the water

You didn't see it coming but you're gonna feel it leave

You don't have to worry so much anymore

You fishermen free that go forth on the sea

You hear of all the stories, the tears that have been shed

You hearty sons from Newfoundland that fear no storm or sea

You landsmen and you seamen bold, come listen to my song

You landsmen that live on land

You left in the morning. You left without a word

You light up a fire, you're deep in my soul

You look lovelier tonight than I remember

You may bless your happy lots, all ye who dwell on shore

You may sing of maids of many lands

You may smile if you're a mind to, but perhaps you'll lend an ear

You may smile if you've a mind to, but I pray you'll lend an ear

You may talk about your Lancers, or your Irish Fusiliers

You may talk about your singers that come here from near or far

You may talk of Clara Nolan's Ball or anything you choose

You may think by the line I'm distorting

You might think it's goofy, but the man in the moon is a Newfie

You muses mine, with me combine, your aid I do invite

You never know just who you're goin' to meet

You never thought you'd see the day

You pass me by and you don't even stop and say hello

You people all both great and small I hope you will attend

You people of distinction of every rank and nation

You placed gold on my finger

You said you had to leave today

You sailed the cold waters of the great northern bays

You say, Well-met again, Lock-Keeper

You say you don't know Hawco?

You see the Table Mountains

You sons of freedom, pay attention

You sons of Great Britain who once had been wild

You sporting young fellows from Prince Edward Island

You tender friends I pray draw near and listen whilst I rhyme

You tender-hearted parents, wherever that you be

You wake up in the morning so alone and blue

You walk in the room and you're wearing a frown

You went for a walk, sir?

You western ocean laborers, I would have you all beware

You will always have my love

You women folks of Newfoundland, attend to what I say

You young and old I pray make bold, I wish you would draw near

You'll get on board of Reid's Express to travel the icy rail

You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best

You're goin' out the same way you came in

You're only getting older, and tomorrow is as good as gone

You're rollin' in, you're rollin' in

You're the last one to take the Beothuk line thru' time

You've all heard the story of the linerboard mill

You've got plans to perfect me and friends to show you how

You've gotta go, Barbie Doll castles are closing down

You've heard it said that a fool and his treasure

You've heard lots of stories about white lightning and mountain dew

Young Collins came home at the hour of twelve

Young fellows, you take warning while you this tale I tell

Young girls draw near and I'll tell you here

Young ladies in town and those that live 'round

Young Johnny arose in the middle of the night

Young Johnny the miller has courted of late

Young Roger the miller came courting of late

Young Wesley sailed from Fortune Bay

Your eyes are as bright, as they were the first night

Your people came from Ireland and fisher folk they be

You're asking me how I count my riches

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