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Rain fallin' from cloudless skies
Rain was fallin' hard on the prairie
Rattlin', roarin' Willie
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
Remember, yes, I remember well
Rest yourself down by the fire, make yourself at home
Riding on the City of New Orleans
Right from the field Jim Tapper led
Rise, Newfoundland, and break your chains
Rise up, young Willie Riley, and come along with me
Roger the miller came courting of late
Roll me down the runway, release me and I'm ready to fly
Round goes the wheel of fortune
Rummy was a good old dog
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Sad comes the news from over the sea
(MacEdward Leach)
Sad comes the news from over the sea
(Figgy Duff)
Sad sadness today is ringing
Sadly but slowly one night in November
Safe home, safe home
Said goodbye to my old friends, had to start life anew
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
Sally, Sally, one day, one day
Santa Claus is comin' on a trike
Santa helped me cut a Christmas tree
Saturday night and the moon is out
Saturday night I was downtown
Saw an old man sittin' on the street just the other day
Say, gentle maiden, may I be your lover?
Say it's me who'll be loving you tonight
Saying goodbye to you is the last thing I want to do
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
Seems like a long time since we sang our songs to the crowd
Set off for America far across the ragin' sea
Seven-o-nine, seven-two-two
Seven years I lived in that city
Shanty town by the shore
She bought her love the warmest wool
She can dance to the flute, dance to the fiddle
She can punch ahead in any gale
She comes for me in silence
She could've made a midnight move
She doesn't see the coming fall
She don't like her eggs all runny
She fell in love with the ocean
She goes down fast and comes up slow
She got up the steam twelfth day of March and shortly did embark
She had her plan all worked out while she waited for him to get home
She laid her head on the bar
She left St John's one day in May dressed in her Sunday best
She likes adventure with security
She loves to dance and sing some too
She remembers how they'd cry and laugh
She remembers when her grandma took her on her knee
She sees the world through rose-coloured glasses
She sits in her room all alone every day
She stands above all others in beauty to behold
She stands alone in the morning light
She was a pirate ship, left alone at sea
She was an angel on the water for the sons and the daughters
She was named Ocean Ranger
She was raised in a harbour town
She was swinging on a cupboard door
She was young, she was fair, and her long flowing hair
She went down last October in a pouring driving rain
She woke up this morning, packed her bags and slammed the door
She wrote him this letter that's covered with tears
She'd never been there before
She's a dynamite woman, never gonna let her go
She's a fisher woman and don't give a damn
She's a honky tonkin' Newfie country girl
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 a scratcher, she's a biter
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 my lady from the island and I love her
She's not an angel sent from up above
She's the grandest of ladies and still not that old
Shipped on board a Liverpool liner
Ships may come and ships may go
(Great Big Sea)
Ships will come and ships will go
(19th Century Stage Song)
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 this is the year of forty-one, the song that I will sing
Since you've been gone I feel so much better
Sir, beyond that point, that's the open sea
Sir Paul and Lady Heather Mills out to the ice floes came
Sit down and I'll sing you a ditty
Sit down, boys, I'll sing you a ditty
Sit down, Mr. Musicman, tell me where you've been
Sittin' at the border down in Buffalo
Sittin' home on Christmas Eve, me and the missus
Sitting alone in an old rocking chair
Sitting on our front porch, watching my kids trim the tree
Sixty bucks for a bottle's too much, me son
Skip a rope. Skip a rope
Skipper Abe Warren, a good man is he
Skipper at the helm and a firm grip in his hand
Skipper only got one oar
Slowly came these words to me
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
Smile, I wanna see you smile
Snowy night in winter, intent upon staying till blossoms insist
So far away out here alone, thoughts drift to Christmas time at home
So, goodbye to you, my one true love
So, goodnight my friends as the dawn comes pale
So late one evening all in the month of may
So, now I'm intending to sing you a song
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?
So, you're a lover! Yeah, I was that once
Softly like the mist upon the morning
Soldier, soldier, will you marry me
Soldier, soldier, won't you marry me
Soldiers in dreams are like lovers that come without warning
Some children were playing one day on a street
Some day I'll return to Newfoundland
Some folks drink and some folks smoke
Some folks say cheerio when they wave the hand to you
Some people come for children and take them for their own
Some people think they've got time to kill
Some say that kissing's a sin, but tell me how that can be true
Some things still haunt my memory
Some words in our life we find hard to say
Some worry that the world will end tomorrow
Somedays I feel sad and lonely
Something keeps passin' in my mind
Sometimes I think of the days gone by
Sometimes I think that somethings should last
Sometimes I'm up, sometimes I'm down
Sometimes it feels like freedom
Somewhere beyond those distant hills is where I long to be
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
Soon I'll return to the isle of my birthplace
Speedin' along in the fast lane
Spend my life sailing on a sea that has no shame
St. John's in Terra Nova
St. John's where the big ships go
Stand silent for a moment, you'll hear a baby cry
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
Step it out Mary, my fine daughter, step it out Mary, if you can
Stephany.... You're the flower of the spring
Still got my high school jacket, still got my high school ring
Stolen moments and stolen glances
Storms never last, do they, baby?
Straight off the farm ten years ago went first to see the sights
Success to our dandy native boys, ye did it on the track
Súil, súil, súil a grá
Sullivan's John, to the road you've gone
Summertime it's over now, the fall has just begun
Sunbeams in crimson and shadows
Sunday morning just at nine, Dan McGinty dressed so fine
Sunny days down in the harbour
Sunrise in the morning, birds singing on every tree
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
Sure it was in the year of eighteen hundred and seventy-five
Sure, it's good money, don't you fear
Sure they put me on the census for to go and take the town
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 dreams of you, every night I go through
Sweet is the smile of the beautiful morn
(William S Hays)
Sweet is the smile of the beautiful morn
(MacEdward Leach)
Sweet Molly goes to the ridge by the sea
Sweet Nellie was a lovely girl living in our town
Sweetheart I'm bidding you fond farewell
