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A boat she left Sambro with a captain and crew
A bold undaunted hero down by a shady grove did stray
A boy walked in the candy store in faded overalls
A brother can be difficult, a blessing and a curse
A bunch of young men who were inclined for to roam
A convict in his prison cell lay dying
A couple of good ol' buddies of mine invited me one day
A crew of hardy seamen from Newfoundland set sail
A crew of Newfie fishermen sailed out and left the shore
A crowd of jolly trappers we are leaving one and all
A crowd of women voters last Monday night did call
A crowd of young fellows one night in a club
(MacEdward Leach)
A crowd of young fellows sat round a campfire
(Bill Chipman)
A day that's held most dear by everyone that's here
A dollar was a dollar way back then
A fair maid walking in a flowery garden
A farmer went out in the fields one day
A few years ago when the times were rough
A fine wee lass, a bonnie wee lass is bonnie wee Jenny McCall
A fisher boy was leaving and going to Labrador
(Jean Hewson)
A fisher boy was leaving and going to Labrador
(Joan Morrissey)
A fisherman from Placentia Bay
A fisherman's life is a hell of a life
A flower needs the earth to make it grow
A for abundance, this we will need
A for the anchor that holds the gear down
A fox roved out one very dark night
A friend of mine a week ago came here from 'round the bay
A German clockwinder to Dublin once came
A girl upon the shore did ask a favour of the sea
A good dog is lost said a sign above the counter at the corner store
A good sword and a trusty hand a merry heart and true
A grade seven girl so young and so free
A great big sea hove in long beach
A great crowd had gathered outside of Kilmainham
A hearty welcome, General Higgins and your good lady
A Howley moose, a Howley moose
A is an apple which growed on a tree
A is for Atlantic, that saltwater well
A is for axes that you may all know
A is for the Avalon where this song does start
A is the anchor that holds a bold ship
A lady fair was walking down by a riverside
A lady near Portland Square
A lady of sixty years called in to Open Line
A lady walkèd out on the plain
A lady walked up to me and she asked me for a light
A landsman, a kinsman, a tinker or a tailor
A leg of mutton went over to France
A little girl just sat and cried at her bedside all alone
A little girl sat by the road as the soldiers quickly passed
A little girl was waiting for her daddy one day
A little maiden climbed an old man's knee
A maiden fair, she had long dark hair
A maiden fair was walking down by the riverside
A maiden standing by her window
A man came home from work one night
A miner up in Labrador sat in a local bar
A mother's love is a blessing, do not treat her with scorn
A New York trader I do belong
A Newfie boy from Stephenville left his native soil
A Newfie's a Newfie wherever he goes
A Newfie clock-winder, to Dublin he came
A Newfoundland sailor was walking by the strand
(Margaret Christl)
A Newfoundland sailor was walking the strand
(Kenneth Peacock)
A nobleman's fair daughter came down a narrow lane
A northeast wind is blowin' free
A party of soldiers one night in a camp
A place out on the ocean I go now and then
A poor man he sat by the shore of the sea
A poor old man of seventy and his wife of sixty-three
A practical joker who some say is Wynne
A process man am I and I'm telling you no lies
A rainbow always shows up when the storm is through
A rich merchant's daughter in Plymouth town did dwell
A rusty old barber in London did live
A sailor courted a farmer's daughter
(MacEdward Leach #1)
A sailor courted a farmer's daughter
(MacEdward Leach #2)
A sailor's life is the life for me
A sexton stood one sabbath eve within a belfry grand
A ship is waiting at the pier, prepared to cross the foam
A ship sailed in the harbour and a sailor came ashore
A short time ago I turned sixty-five
A sighing wind brings heavy snow
A smart steamboat from Canada three weeks ago came down
A soft wind blowing sweet and warm
A squire in Bristol you quickly shall hear
A story I'll tell you, it happened last evening
(Kenneth Peacock)
A story I'll tell you, it happened last evening
(Roberts/Barrand)
A strong wind from the Northeast
A sweet fragrant fancy of days long remembered
A terrible fight in Halifax on Saturday night took place
A true story, my friends, I now tell to you
A tug on your arm, a kiss on the cheek
A warrior so bold and a virgin so bright
A well-known person in the town, a man we all knew well
A winding river winds its way up to an Irish home
A wise old man once told me that life is just not fair
A woman is knitting most all the day
A young man courted me earnestly
A young man in Toronto, he came from Newfoundland
A young sailor lad left Newfoundland, he sailed so far away
A young Spanish maid at the age of 16
A youth lay on the battlefield of France's blood-stained soil
A youth of twenty years or more stood on the Florizel
Abide with me; fast falls the eventide
Across the blue Atlantic that I'd like to see once more
After the war was over, I was on my way home to you
After workin' all this livelong year, there finally comes the day
After working all week it is time for a party
Ah, for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage
Ah, Johnny be fair and Johnny be fine and wants me for to wed
Ah, the salesman was a corker, I said I don't mind that
Ah, there was an old woman from Wexford
Ah, there were three old gypsies came to our hall door
Ah, we are the Irish fishermen who work out on the deep
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
Alarm clock ringin' in the dark
Alas, my love, you do me wrong
All aboard the Beaumont-Hamel
All alone on a pier on the foreside of town
All alone she stands, staring at November through her window
All are proud and all is well
All around my hat I wear a green willow
All day punch the time clock
All God's creatures got a place in the choir
All hail to the days that merit more praise
All hands are awake tonight, the weather it is rough
All hardy sons of Newfoundland who sailed around the Horn
All I ask is a quiet cove for me
All I do all day is think about you
All I need is a strong north wind
All I want to do is talk to you
All in the Downs where the fleet lay moored
All my friends are all around me
All my friends were looking down their noses
All of my life I had traveled, and much of this world I did see
All quiet on the frontier at the darkest hour
All that I am and ever will be
All the old stages are being torn down
All true-born Newfoundlanders pray hearken unto me
All true lovers bold I hope you will attend
All we need is a brand new song
All ye who love old Newfoundland and her sons who plough the sea
All you Maine-men, proud and young
All you sons of Erin's Isle, come listen unto me
Almost forty hours in and it's Friday once again
Alouette, gentile Alouette
Alone again tonight I can barely see
Alone and lost out on the edge of the wheel, and it's turning
Alone in his workshop a young toiler there
Along our eastern coast there's a place that I love most
Am I leaving you tomorrow?
Amid the wild and wooly prairies lived an Indian maid
An elderman lived in the city
An empty chair at the table, your slippers stand in the hall
An exciseman in Dublin, when I lived over there
An Indian he sat in his birch bark canoe
(Kenneth Peacock)
An Indian once sat in his birch bark canoe
(Tommy Nemec)
An Indian sailed out in his birch bark canoe
(Moonshiners)
An Irish boy was leaving, leaving his own native home
An old man by a seashore at the end of day
An old man gazed on a photograph
An old man walked down on the wharf and he looked out at the sea
An old Newfie fisherman just turned ninety-one
And come tell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so
And every night up on Signal Hill
And here's grand success to the sealers, the pride of our city and town
And I'll tell you about her as far as I know
And it starts sometime around midnight
And it's all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog
And it's oh, dear, what can the matter be?
(Stoney/Flynn)
And it's oh, dear, what can the matter be?
(Joan Morrissey)
And it's oh, dear, what can the matter be?
(Ryan's Fancy)
And it's row, me bully boys
And she dives, how in the hell does she survive
And the way you send me, my dear Annie
And when the pipes called
And wi' you and wi' you and wi' you, me Johnny lad
And you know the sun's settin' fast
Another foolish game
Another short hour we wait for the tide
Apple tree he planted more than eighty years ago
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Arise, arise you drowsy sleeper
Around the bay where the partridge berries grow
Around the coast of Newfoundland, brave fishermen reside
Around the last of May, nineteen sixty-four
Arouse ye patriots of Newfoundland
Arthur was a lad out and bold
As a boy I met a girl, her name was Kayley
As down by Anna Liffey me love and I did stray
As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I
As I am on my dying bed and in bed I must die
As I drove in to St. John's town
As I gaze out at the ocean, I see dark clouds chokin' the sky
As I grow older, my time draws near
As I leaned o'er the rail of the Eagle
As I rambled out one morning, it been the month of June
As I roamed out one evening in the lovely month of May
As I roamed out one morning in the lovely month o' May
As I rode out on one airy December
As I rode out one evening down by a riverside
(Moonshiners)
As I rode out one evening down by a riverside
(MacEdward Leach)
As I rode out one morning in May
As I rode over Kilkenny mountain
As I rolled out for Donnelaith city
As I rose up one May morning
As I roved by the dockside one evening so rare
As I roved for recreation in the springtime of the year
As I rovèd out by those raspberry banks
As I roved out for my recreation
As I roved out in the May mornin'
As I roved out oh one evening in spring
As I rovèd out oh one evening in spring
As I rovèd out oh one morning in spring
As I roved out on a fine summer morning
As I roved out on a fine summer's evening
As I rovèd out on a fine Sunday morning
As I roved out on a May morning, on a May morning right surly
As I rovèd out on one fine summer's evening
(Kenneth Peacock #1)
As I rovèd out on one fine summer's evening
(Kenneth Peacock #2)
As I rovèd out on one fine summer's morn
As I rovèd out on one fine summer's morning
As I roved out one day in June 'twas down by Jim Long's stage
As I roved out one evening all in the blooming spring
As I roved out one evening clear
As I roved out one evening down by a Merseyside
As I roved out one evening down by the banks of the Clyde
As I roved out one evening down Water Street I took my way
As I roved out one evening I sat down to take rest
As I roved out one evening in June
As I roved out one evening in summer
As I roved out one evening in the latter part of June
As I roved out one evening in the lovely month of June
As I roved out one evening in the lovely month of May
As I roved out one evening in the springtime of the year
As I roved out one evening some pleasure for to find
As I roved out one fine summer's evening
As I rovèd out one fine morning
As I roved out one May morning all along the riverside
As I roved out one May morning, one May morning so early (Squires)
As I roved out one May morning, one May morning so early (Kenneth Peacock)
As I roved out one May morning, one May morning so early (Greenleaf/Mansfield)
As I roved out one May morning, one morning 'twas so early (Lehr/Best)
As I roved out one morning, being in the lovely month of May
As I roved out one morning fair, to the hills I made my way
As I roved out one morning in June
As I roved out one morning in May the day was wet and rainy
As I roved out one morning in the lovely month of May (Fowke/Johnston)
As I roved out one morning in the lovely month of May (Kenneth Peacock)
As I roved out one morning, it being in the blooming spring
As I roved out one morning, one morning before the sun
As I roved out through Galway city
(Chris Hennessy)
As I roved out through Galway city
(Ryan's Fancy)
As I rowed ashore from me schooner close by
(Dick Nolan)
As I rowed ashore from my schooner close by
(Ryan's Fancy)
As I sat at my window last evening, the letterman brought unto me
As I sit and reflect without any regrets
As I sit and watch the sun go down in beauty by the sea
As I sit here and look through my window
As I sit here tonight lookin' down the harbour
As I sit here tonight with my memories
As I sit in my seat by the window
As I sit on the edge of the shore
As I stand here tonight by the ocean
As I strayed ashore one evening from my gallant brigantine
As I strayed forth one morning in May
As I strolled out on a fine summer's morning
As I strolled up the streets Sunday night, Jennie
As I walk across the trail on a lovely May day
As I walked by the dockside one morning so fair
As I walked forth in the pride of the season
As I walked into Glasgow City
As I walked out in a flowery garden
As I walked out of St James Hospital
As I walked out on a beautiful morning
As I walked out one fine summer's morning
As I wandered by the brookside, I wandered by the mill
As I was a-driving down Market town fair
As I was a-smoking, my pipe in my hand
As I was a-travellin' in the north count-e-ry
As I was a-walkin' and ramblin' one day
As I was a-walking and a-rambling one day
As I was a-walking down in Tennessee
As I was a-walking for pleasure one day
As I was a-walking one fine summer's morning
As I was a-walking one morning in May
As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountain
As I was going over the far Kilgarra mountain
As I was going to market, 'twas on a market day
As I was going to the fair in Dingle
As I was invited to a nobleman's wedding
As I was sitting in my homestead one day while all alone
As I was sitting in my own cozy corner
As I was slowly passing an orphans' home one day
As I was walking down the road a feeling fine and larky oh
As I was walking down the road I spied a cozy neat abode
As I was walking one morning in May
As I was walking way down by the strand
As I went a-roving out one morning in May
As I went a-walking one evening of late
As I went a-walking one morning of late
As I went down to Darby 'twas on a summer's day
As I went down to market one bright and sunny day
As I went home on a Monday night
(Dubliners)
As I went home on a Monday night
(Traditional)
As I went out one morning fair to view the meadows 'round
As I went out to Derby upon a market day
As I went out walking one morning in May
As I went walking one fine summer's day
As I woke up in the May morning
As Jack was a-walking a fair Bristol street
As Jack went walking in London City
As Johnny went ploughin' for Kearon one day
As Larry Hatch sat in his old rocking chair
As late I went a-walking, a-walking by the sea
As Mary and Willie sat by the seaside
As my thoughts drift back, there are times I remember
As soon as you have entered, she beckons on and on
As the band plays tonight
As the day draws to an end, it's lamp lighting time again
As the morning mist rolls over Cape Chabarou
As the peaceful crimson sunset sank low into the sea
As the sailor and his true love was walking out one day
As the sea rolled high against her bow
As the sun was setting in the west and filled with lingering rays
As the twenty-fifth of December draws near
As the western sun was setting on a summer's day
As Tommie was walking one fine summer day
As we come into the harbour, houses edge into our view
As we have sailed down the straight foreign shore
As we meet each one with passion
As we slipped our lines at Harvey's Wharf
As we wandered in the shadows of the pines my love and I
As William and Mary strayed by the sea-side
As years pass by and we get older
At a cottage door one wintery night
At Christmas time in Ireland all the holy branches twine
At Oranmore in the county Galway
At the age of fifteen I shipped out from the Humber
At the age of fourteen years I left my home in tears
At the age of twenty-one I was in the prime of life
At the east end of town
At the end of the road in a town by the sea
At the mouth of the Humber
At the sign of the bell on the road to Clonmel
At the sign of the mill on the road to Clonmel
Atatab kilangmitub tessiutsainarmanga
Attention all both great and small, to what I will pen down
Attention all good friends of mine
Attention all kind hearted friends to these few lines I write
Attention all true lovers come listen to my song
Attention all ye city belles and hear the joyful news
Attention all ye countrymen, and listen to my song
Attention all ye fishermen and hark to what I say
Attention all ye fishermen and read this ballad down
(Johnny Burke) (1)
Attention all ye fishermen and read this ballad down
(Johnny Burke) (2)
Attention all ye fishermen and toilers of the sea
Attention all ye fishermen come listen unto me
Attention all ye friends of mine and I will sing to you
Attention all ye seamen brave that sail the ocean far
Attention all ye seamen, come listen to my tale
Attention all ye wreckers in Notre Dame Bay
Attention all you sailors, come listen to what I say
Attention boys of Newfoundland, who plough the raging main
Attention fellow country-men, while this sad tale I'll tell
Attention Newfoundlanders, and listen to my song
Attention Newfoundlanders, come listen to my song
Attention now good people all, and hark to what I say
Attention pay, my countrymen, and hear my native news
Attention ye workmen, come listen awhile
Aunt Beatie was a sweetie, God bless her soul
Aunt Lucy made an announcement early in the day
(Dck Nolan)
Aunt Lucy made the announcement early in the day
(A Frank Willis)
Aunt Meg wants me to wed her daughter
Aunt Molly would sit with her knitting all day
Auntie Mary had a canary up the leg of her drawers
Away to the westward I'm longing to be
Away up at the North Pole
'Way down in East Cape Breton
Aweigh, aweigh, we're getting under way
Aye, bonny lassie, will you, will you come
B
Back home in Trout River where I was born
Back in eighteen ninety-nine everybody sang Auld Lang Syne
Back in eighteen ninety-two, there was a story to unfold
Back in time when coke was a dime, and Maverick was on TV
Back home on the island people are remembering another day
Bakeapple time is here again we're making up a crew
Based on songs and stories heroes of renown
Be ye much of a hand aboard a vessel
Beautiful star of Bethlehem
Been livin' in McMurray now since nineteen eighty-five
Been out two months and the food's running short
Beer, beer, beer, tiddley beer, beer, beer
Being a pirate is all fun and games
Being on the eighth of October last, from Renews we set sail
Beir beannacht ó m’chroí go tír na hÉireann
Bell Island boy, you left your life behind you
Bells are jinglin', snow is down, it's a holly jolly day
Beneath a far Australian sky an Irish soldier lay
Beneath the haloed moon he stands alone
Beresford, oh, Beresford, you're far from the land
Betsy Bay was a lady gay
Betsy, Betsy from London fair
Better board up your windows
Better than the best from the beginning
Between two trees, there lies a story true
Beware, young maids, beware
Bill Grogan's goat was feeling fine
Bill roved out in the morning just at the break of day
Billy Drover's dead and gone, there nothing left but the bones
Billy Peddle, Billy Peddle have you seen Tom White?
Billy Taylor was a sailor, he was courting a fair lady
Bingo and Another World, that's all I ever hear
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Blow out the lamp love, blow out the lamp love
Blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down
Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly
Blue jacket and white trousers this fair maid she put on
Bobble heads on your dash
Born in 1900, at the turn of the century
Born in a tenement home, our guts were racked with hunger
Born to the land they say God gave to Cain
Both high and low attention give and quickly you shall hear
Both young and old come ponder what I now relate
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine
Boys, did you hear of the shower?
Breaks 'way from harbour two in the morn
Bright is the morning and brisk is the weather
Bright Phoebe was my true love's name
Brightly beams our Father's mercy
Bring down on a bar stool
Bring me back to my home where I first saw the light
Bring on the clowns, the jokers and buffoons
Bring your blueberries down to Job's Store, for ready cash they pay
Bury me not in the deep, deep sea
(Rev E H Chapin)
Bury me not in the deep deep sea
(Kenneth Peacock)
Busy city full of talk-back talk, let them talk away
Buy me a round I'll be here for the night
By a fine old mother's side, sat her eldest by her pride
By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young girl calling
By God, it's good to see you
By Peter Kerrivan we are the Masterless Men
By the borders of the ocean one morning in the month of June
By the side of a clear, crystalline river
By the storm torn shoreline a woman is standing
By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes
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