Here's Adieu To Old England (Kenneth Peacock)

Here's adieu to old England
since I must leave the shore,
And perhaps never, never see
that dear island no more;
Leaving father and mother
and sisters to mourn,
It is all for the sake
of their dear darling son.
But there is one thing more
that do grieve my heart sore,
It's to go and leave the charmer,
she's the girl I adore.

In fair London city
where I took great delight
In courting of those pretty girls
by day and by night,
And to the Hyde Park
where the musicks do play,
And thousands of pretty girls
to be seen every day.
But since it is all o'er
we can play there no more,
We must go and play the music
where the loud cannons roar.

Oh, now, my brave boys,
never let us repine,
In honour and glory,
our convoys we'll join,
With our twenty-six pounders,
we will fight blow for blow,
We will make them to surrender
wheresomever we go.
But if 'twould be our lot
for to die on the field,
Never let us be down-hearted,
for we never will yield.

####.... Author unknown. Traditional Newfoundland song ....####

Collected in 1958 from Isaac Freeman Bennett [1896-1981] of St Paul's, NL, by Kenneth Peacock and published in Songs Of The Newfoundland Outports, Vol 3 , pp.1002-1003, by the National Museum of Canada (1965) Crown Copyrights Reserved.


Index Page
GEST Songs Of Newfoundland And Labrador


~ Copyright Info ~

~ Privacy Policy ~

Confirm Valid XHTML 1.0 Transitional Here