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 in my father's land
Walking the streets of my home town
Want to do the punk junk, out on the floor
Was it the light from the window
Was somewhere in the Green Bay, uncle Jim jumped from his chair
Watch the field behind the plow turn to straight dark rows
Watched seagulls fly way up high
Watching the sea till his day's work is done
Way back in history about three thousand B.C.
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 singing for fishermen
We are the Irish fishermen who work out on the deep
We come on the Sloop John B
We get up in the black down the coal town road
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 Galveston, Texas, in December safe and sound
We left home to go away, our fortunes for to find
We left the port of Sydney on a calm and cheerful day
We lived, we loved in childhood
We love the place, O God, wherein thine honour dwells
We may not be so great
We now relate the mournful fate of gallant sealers dead
We often read of heroes bold and noble deeds they done
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 shipped aboard a Yankee ship for coastal Labrador
We shipped with young Goodridge in the spring of the year
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 young when we started out
We will work the woods and water
Welcome to Newfoundland and Labrador
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, he came home on Monday night
Well, here's to the people on Monday to Friday
Well, how do you do, Private William McBride
Well, I'm standing on the edge of town
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 know a cat named Way-Out Willy
Well, I know what it's like to be lonely
Well, I left Toronto city on a train eastward bound
Well, I meant to call just before I left to go away
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 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, 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 selling everything I own, the kitchen table, too
Well, it's blackfish at play in Hermitage Bay
Well, it's in the evening after dark
Well, it was four in the morning and nothing in sight
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 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 name is A. Frank Willis, and I do a one-man show
Well, oh, Lukey's boat is painted green
Well, old St. John's is sinkin'
Well, one fine day in the month of June
Well, the DJ's used to play my music back in history
Well, the savage loves his native shore
Well, the sun's comin' up, it's gonna be a beautiful day
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's lots of music on the go
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 went for a walk, sir?
We'll go back, back in time once more
We'll meet again, my friend
We'll rant and we'll roar like true Newfoundlanders
We'll rant and we'll roar like true Newfoundlanders (GBS)
We're bound for St. Peters for baccy and rum
We're bound to St. Peter's for 'baccy and rum
We're coming home, the celebration's on
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 patrolling the sea as you very well know
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 colour is a heartache
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you say when you're out the bay
What did I have, said the 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 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 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 I first courted sweet lovely Nancy
When I first saw her, she nearly blew my mind
When I go a-walking I hear people talking
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 lad in a fishin' town
When I was a lttle baby, 'bout a hundred years ago
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 lad I thought he was 15 feet tall
When I was a young lad just barely fourteen
When I was a young man just barely fourteen
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 courting Lena we used to have such fun
When I was just a lad of nine
When I was young and boyish and me mind was full of glee
When I was young and in my prime
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 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 she leaves safe harbour
When sun rays crown thy pine clad hills
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 night comes and people homeward tread
When the old boat leaves the dock, I'll never look back
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 you are away from home, It only takes a few words
When you cry it feels like a part of me dies
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 is the Scotsmen that don't love the thistle
Where the Atlantic meets our coast line on our rugged western shore
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 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 walking towards the motor boat
While wandering in the shadows of the pines my love and I
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
With a dark and rolling sea between my love and me
With his cobbler's hammer tapping
With me old clay pipe and me donkey and me cart
With our nets and gear we're faring
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
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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