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Take a walk with me a little, share a glass of wine

Take me back, these rocky shores are calling

Take me back to my Western boat

Take me back to where we started

Take me home to Mayo across the Irish Sea

Take yourself back to the mid-nineteen twenties

Take me, take me down to the river

Talking to an old friend I haven't seen in years

Tall grow the rushes and the tops of them small

Tell me a ghost story tonight, my darlin'

Ten little turrs in the freezer is better than a hundred in the bay

Ten long hours to the keeler is more than a man can stand

Ten years ago, on a cold dark night

Ten years ago, since Jack and Joe

Thanks and praise, for our days

Thanks for the memories that you and I share

That's another day gone by, son, close your eyes

The 12 Elan goes bang, bang, bang

The alarm clock's ringing to wecome the morn

The autumn days are here again and the night winds chilly blow

The autumn leaves are falling, falling on the ground,

The Baccalieu Trail stretches out 'cross the Bays

The back of the winter is broken

The bay is my home

The beauty of the White Star Line, the Titanic, sailed the seas

The bell on the reef is tolling tonight

The bicycle is all the rage on every street and town

The boys they left their Newfoundland and went to Oshawa

The Block House flag is up today to welcome home the stranger

The blowing gale and the raging sea

The brave Eliza spread her sails that morning in the bay

The bride wore a floor length gown of nylon lace

The bright sun a-shining and blue skies a-pining

The Bruce was bound for Louisburg the night being dark and drear

The Brunswick Street moon shone down upon your face

The Bullet it is gone

The candle flickers towards its last

The children they play on the beaches

The chill of the cove where the north wind bites at the snowdrifts piled high

The church door was opened as I stepped inside

The city's grim snow flakes swirl my memory

The clock strikes six o'clock at Friday night

The coat she wore still lies upon the bed

The colour of amber is my love's hair

The common man don't count at all these days

The crave for strikes is getting hot with boys, as we can see

The Diamond is a ship, me boys, for the Davis Strait she's bound

The difference in jobs now they're giving away

The DJ's used to play my music back in history

The drums and fifes are beating, I can no longer stay

The Dutchman's not the kind of man

The Eagle has fallen into the sea

The Eagle, with her gallant crew, in port has just arrived

The eighteenth day of December last in Torbay we did lay

The eighteenth of April, being the date of the year

The eleventh of June, boys, our anchors we weighed

The elf-knight sits on yonder hill

The evening shadows slowly fell one evening long ago

The everyday stress of just stayin' alive

The fairy lights are shining bright upon my Christmas tree

The fierce wind moaned among the cliffs of rugged Labrador

The first day I saw him I'll never forget

The first good joy that Mary had

The first rays of sun leaning over the rim

The first time ever I saw your face

The fish are all caught and the squids are all jigged

The fisherman's son to the ice is gone

The fog is lifting from this city

The fondest thoughts of childhood's day twine 'round thee, dear old hill

The fondest wish I ever had since the day that I was weaned (Ryan's Fancy)

The fondest wish that ever I had since the day that I was weaned (Great Big Sea)

The game is all gone from the Witless Bay Barrens

The Garden of Eden has vanished, they say

The ghost of Dana Bradley is standing sadly on the road to home

The girls are asking day and night, "Why don't the men propose?"

The girls of this place that live along the shore

The green hills of New Bay, though far, far away

The Gypsy rover came over the hill

The hands on the clock keep turning around

The harbour is empty, the ships have all gone

The harbour is empty, there's fog in the air

The harbour lights are gleaming

The hills were alive with wildflowers

The hillside was a patchwork quilt

The holly and the ivy, when they are both full grown

The holly green, the ivy green

The home of his childhood in Northern Bay

The hurricane had swept the shores of Newfoundland all day

The iceberg she stood there right on the sea

The judge said stand up lad and dry up your tears

The ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus

The lamp is burning low upon my table top

The lark in the morning she rises off her nest
(Ryan's Fancy)

The lark in the morning she rises off her nest

The latest sensation, I think, it's the dude you will see at the rink

The life that's lived by the draggerman I'd like to tell to you

The lighthouse lures the old dissenters

The lights are dim, the music's playing

The lights are shining in the harbour once again this time of year

The lights are shining what a scene, as we talk to their machine

The lights in the taverns are shining bright

The little boats are gone from the breast of Anna Liffey

The lord said to the lady, now I'm going away

The lorries roll through St John Street and stir up the dust

The lupins are dead now but they did bloom well now

The Maker was wise when he spoke to His people

The merry-go-round on Monday night will start just after tea

The men they are a rare breed who founded this great land (Gerald Mitchell)

The men they are a rare breed who founded this great land (Labrador Black Spruce)

The middle of April, I'm packin' my things

The minstrel boy to the war is gone

The moon shines bright on the bay tonight

The moon shone bright at twelve that night

The moon was bright one starry night, forgotten never shall be

The moon was out,the stars were bright

The moon was shining brightly

The Moratorium, the Moratorium

The morning sun it shines, on the harbour and the bays

The mountain is gone, we dug it down

The Nerissa from the Red Cross Line from Harvey's wharf did sail

The news has come down that we dreaded to hear

The night lies heavy on the water, and the stars burn bright in the sky

The night that Paddy Murphy died I never will forget
(Johnny Burke)

The night that Paddy Murphy died is a night I'll never forget (Great Big Sea)

The night that Paddy Murphy died is a night I'll never forget (Triskelle)

The night was clear and calm they say, the sea a deathly black

The night was clear, the stars were shinin'

The noble fleet of whalers went sailing from Dundee

The North Atlantic Ocean is so dangerous and cold

The Northern Lights of old Aberdeen

The northern tip of Newfoundland as far as you can see

The ocean is a fortune for the people by the sea

The ocean wears the rocks to sand

The office was just open when a man quite worn in years

The old hometown looks the same
(Joan Morrissey)

The old home town looks the same
(Richard Woodrow)

The old man he sits by the ocean

The old man on the headland is looking out to sea

The old man was pacing the floor up and down

The old man's boat was a sight to behold

The only thing I see ahead is the smoke

The open sea hath mercy, but the thund'ring surf hath none

The outboards are all silent and the bay is nice and calm

The photograph hangs in my mind

The pink, the lily, and the blooming rose

The pink the rose of England shows

The postman delivered the letter

The radio says just a few more days to Christmas Eve

The rattlin' bog, the bog down in the valley-O

The reception just now 'tis the style all around

The Robin Hood sack underwear

The rocking chair creeks as it moves to and fro

The rugged shores of Newfoundland

The savage loves his native shore

The school room was decked out with holly and boughs

The sea has lots of mysteries that lie within her realm

The seagulls are calling and the wind is in the sails

The session is over, farewell to the row

The shades of eve were falling o'er Atlantic's silent breast

The ship is ready to sail away

The ship is sailing o'er the ocean

The ship it sails in half an hour to cross the broad Atlantic

The shores of Fife in Scotland in a little village where

The sky was clear, the mornin' fair, not a breath came over the sea

The smell as the fishermen barked their cod traps

The soft part covers up her footsteps

The sound of the ocean is calling to me

The spirits are calling, it's time to come home

The spring of ninety-seven boys

The spring-time of the year is come

The stars shone so bright that last of June night

The stormy winds of winter intend to frost and snow

The story is told in big Johnny's face

The story of this world of ours

The streams of lovely Nancy are divided in three parts

The stuff that makes up legends is born of yesterday

The summer sun shone bright that day

The summer time is comin'
(Frankie McPeake)

The summer time is coming
(Ryan's Fancy)

The summer time is coming
(The Cormiers)

The sun climbed o'er the hilltop as he walked out to the shed

The sun in the morning used to call me to the day

The sun is brightly shining, the sky is azure blue

The sun it comes up on the green fields of Newfoundland

The sun must set to rise

The sun shines first on Newfoundland and Labrador

The sun still shines on summer mornings

The sun was fast declining down evening's valley shade

The sun was setting in the west

The sun was setting in the west mixed with twinkling showers of hail

The sun was shining the night that we parted

The sun will shine through your window pane

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

The sun's gone down for many a cove

The sun's setting beams on the sea were reflecting

The TEA brochure came, in other words it said

The tears they rolled o'er cheeks so pale of mothers and of boys

The thirteenth day of May, b'ys, it was a sad sight

The thrilling news we heard last week is in our memories yet

The thrilling tale we heard last week 'tis in our memory still

The times are rough, and it's gettin' tough

The times bain't what the used to be 'bout fifty ye'rs or so ago

The times have changed, the trains have all gone

The tough dirty miner works hard for his pay

The tree was growing tall and the leaves were growing green

The trees are turning early and the hills are all ablaze

The trout liar is come on the train, and now look out for news

The twinkle in your eyes, the smile on your face

The values we all cherish

The Vinland shores of Newfoundland

The violets were scenting the woods, Maggie

The violets were scenting the woods, Nora

The warship had landed and I came ashore

The waterfront still feels the same

The weather is against me and the wind's blowing hard

The white, rugged ice-floe came gliding along

The wife she gets right vicious

The wind sweeps 'cross the open bay and waves pound on the shore

The wind whips the smoke from the chimneys

The winding roads and forests, the rivers and the sand

The windows are shuttered, the grasses are high

The winter it is past and the summer's come at last

The winter snow is a child's delight

The winter soon will be past, by's

The winter wind is howling, and the woodstove is blood red

The winter's ice clings to cliff, to beach an empty shell

The winter's night has such a bite

The world today can be a scary place

The year was 1778

The year was 1978

The years, the years have come and gone

Then fare ye well, sweet Donegal, the Rosses and Gweedore

Then here's to the lads of the Maple Leaf Squadron

There are little brown bottles that used to hold beer

There are many versions of the rubber boot song

There are memories of my childhood in a village by the sea

There are mem'ries of family

There are people who look for some inspiration

There are sober men aplenty, and drunkards barely twenty

There are things in this world that are more precious than gold

There are wild and rugged hills on the coast of Donegal

There are young soldiers who lie far across the sea

There aren't many men as lucky as me to have one as big as mine

There came a call from overseas for lumbering men to go

There dwells a wife by the Northern Gate

There dwells in Cornwall a handsome maid

There goes my sunshine, she just walked out

There hangs an old sou'wester

There is a lass in Bethlehem Green

There is a little place of heaven that I long to see

There is a little valley not far from Goose Bay
(The Flummies)

There is a man in Hembrick town, a man of high degree

There is a man in our town, he is a man of great renown

There is a ship in Harbour Grace it's been there for a while

There is a valley not far from Goose Bay
(Eric Waterman)

There is a wild and lonely place, where Arabs wandering rest

There is a young maiden, she lives all alone

There is an ale-house in this town

There is an ancient party at the other end of town
(Great Big Sea)

There is an ancient party at the other end of town
(Johnny Burke)

There is fire in the lower hold

There is not in this wide world a valley so sweet

There is one class of men in this country that never is mentioned

There is trouble tonight in Newfoundland

There is two young girls are going around

There lived a girl named Mary Vickery down in old Kentucky

There lived a lass in yonder dale and down in yonder glen

There once was a swagman camped in a billabong

There once was a man who came from Kinsale

There once was a roving gypsy and he came from o'er the plain

There once was two Irishmen from Ireland came over

There stands an old building down near the shore

There was a brave young high'man and the story we will tell

There was a fair maid and she lived all alone

There was a frog lived in the well

There was a lady in the east

There was a lady in the east northeast

There was a lady from New York

There was a lord lived in this town, he raised one handsome comely daughter

There was a man named Joey Long

There was a rich merchant in London did dwell

There was a thousand men and they all had swords

There was a time I never thought that love would come my way

There was a time when we shared life together

There was an old bo's'n in Dover did dwell

There was an old couple lived under an 'ill

There was an old farmer in London did dwell

There was an old farmer in Yorkshire did dwell
(Kenneth Peacock)

There was an old farmer in Yorkshire did dwell
(Digital Tradition)

There was an old farmer lived under a hill

There was an old farmer who lived down in Spain

There was an old lady in our town

There was an old man and he lived in the west

There was an old man lived over the hill

There was an old(wee) man of the Hebridean race

There was an old woman in Boney, in Boney she did dwell

There was an old woman lived under a hill

There was Johnny McEldoo and McGhee and me

There was laughter and joy on that fine summer's evening

There was once a charming lad whose name was Harry Dunn

There was once a noble whaling ship that came from Bristol Bay

There was once a young captain who followed the sea

There was one road up and there was one road down

There was three jolly butchermen

There were four of us, sir, we were a fine group

There were ten of us there on the moonlit quay

There were three brothers in merry Scotland

There were three drunken maidens and they came from the Isle of Wight

There were three ra'ens sat on a tree

There were three sisters lived alone

There were two sisters, Jane and Mary Ann
(MacEdward Leach)

There were two sisters, Jane and Mary Ann
(Kenneth Peacock)

There'll never be a lady like Mom

There're no stars shinin' here tonight

There're sober men and plenty

There's a band tonight down in Shamrock City

There's a beautiful winding old river

There's a bouncing girl in Fogo that I am going to see

There's a cold north wind coming off the bay

There's a craggy old face in a rock wall

There's a day that's held most dear by everyone that's here

There's a dear spot in Ireland, it's a spot of great fame

There's a dear little spot that means so much to me

There's a fiery bunch of boys they call Siochána

There's a full moon tonight, magic in the air

There's a girl in St John's city I'm going out to see

There's a girl in St. John's Harbour that I'm longing for to see

There's a green and white house looking out at the sea

There's a house with one blue light

There's a jukebox in the corner, playing old country songs

There's a lady on her way, she's steaming in the bay

There's a land of boundless beauty

There's a light in her window burning so bright

There's a light in the window of the old house where I was born

There's a little bit of country, boys, I haven't seen in years

There's a little place in Newfoundland

There's a little town called Island Cove, not far from Harbour Grace

There's a mystery in the air tonight

There's a neat little lass and her name is Mari Mac

There's a night we will remember

There's a noble fleet of sealers

There's a noble fleet of whalers a-sailing from Dundee
(Gerald S Doyle)

There's a noble fleet of whalers sailing from Dundee
(William T (Paddy) Gearin)

There's a party down at the Harbour Lounge
(Stan McDonald)

There's a party down at the Harbour Lounge
(Wayne S Morgan)

There's a photograph I think I've seen a thousand times or more

There's a piercing wintry breeze blowing through the budding trees

There's a piper in the valley playing old familiar tunes

There's a place in town where we all hang out

There's a place that's dear to me

There's a place where Mother Nature got it all together

There's a quiet little village in Bonavist' Bay

There's a schooner in the bay

There's a ship in our town, the Liberty's a dock

There's a silent place near Gander town

There's a skiff on the landwash, she's all corked and painted

There's a song that I hear every morning

There's a spot far away we all know well

There's a storm on the horizon

There's a story I know you've heard before, but I must tell again

There's a tear in your eye

There's a tree in the greenwood I love best of all

There's a very special lady that we are proud to know

There's a war in every heart

There's a wedding in the chapel and the bride is oh so happy

There's a white Christmas in my hometown

There's a winding road that leads to Cape St Mary

There's always a fire in the kitchen

There's an argument unfinished 'twixt his lordship and the judge

There's an island off the East Coast

There's an old car wreck rustin' where my place used to be

There's an old-fashion cottage which stands in a square

There's an old fishing schooner in the harbour

There's an old old story that everybody knows

There's an old spinning wheel in the parlor

There's another big wedding in store for tonight

There's darkness in here, all the lights are on

There's forty thousand o'er my head the wolf is at the door

There's going to be a happy time I want you all to know

There's gold in the channel when the sun lights the sea

There's lots of fish in Bonavist' Harbour
(Kenneth Peacock)

There's lots of fish in Bonavist' Harbour
(Omar Blondahl)

There's lots of music on the go

There's lumber and rusty old nails by the door

There's magic on the corner, a smile for everyone

There's many a tragic story in our annals oft' we told

There's many a young man leaves his home

There's no need to feel lonely, there's no need to feel sad

There's no place like home, no ground as fair

There's queer things in Dublin between Howth and Crumlin

There's rain and fog, a cool breeze that keeps constantly blowin'

There's rum in the hold of the Nellie J Banks

There's seldom nights that I'm going to ramble

There's some that's bound for New York Town

There's some that's bound for New York Town
(Liam Clancy)

There's someone I love, I never forget

There's ten cents in my pocket, and no injuries to show

There's too many heartaches, too much pain

There's young folks and hoary involved in this story

There've been so many, girls I have known

These dance hall girls they treat you fine

These days I feel a change

These that live in cities are like sheep penned in a fold

These women here in Newfoundland, this place we call the rock

They built the ship Titanic to sail the ocean blue

They called my grandad Uncle Bernie

They came across from Ireland from England and Scotland

They came across the sea, far away

They come down in the morning close to the sea

They come from the farms and the factories

They fought and some died for their homeland

They found big oil down here, Johnnie

They gave me the job of the sheriff

They go down with their nets to the shore

They keep talking of the things they'd do

They met in the summer of ninety-one

They put a parking lot on a piece of land

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

They sat at each end of the couch

They sing songs of London and Kentucky and Spain
(The Flummies)

They sing songs of London, Kentucky, and Spain
(Eric Waterman)

They talk about tradesmen, mechanics and such

They were squeaky clean when they arrived

They were very very happy, their marriage was a gem

They'll come from as far as Whitehorse, and as close as Sydney Mines

They're coming in through the windows

They're outport people with outport ways

They've sung songs about your forests and songs about your seas

This bloke I know came rolling home shickered as he could be

This could be heavy, not as easy as it seems

This could be the final breath

This cramped city life is not right for a man

This day a year ago, he was rolling in the snow

This is a ballad of a sad café

This is my hand

This is my island, this is your island, too

This is of an old sailor who lived out in the bay

This is the day the fishermen like

This is the place where the fishermen gather

This is the saddest tale, my friend, that you will ever know

This island of ours is a paradise lost

This island out here in the blue Atlantic means the world to me

This island out here in the ocean

This land is your land, this land is my land

This, my first tribute for I've loved you so long

This old man, he's got one

This old pickan' he went one

This song I've been singing I'll now sing to you

This song's for every Newfie boy

This village draws me

This world is either spinnin' way too fast or way too slow

This year I'm having Christmas dinner with me buddy Sam

This year when I sat happy birthday, darling

Those long winter nights the fire is burning bright

Those that I loved as I assure them I'll never be content

Those thrilling tales we heard last week, it's in our mem'ry yet

Those women sure were hard, not one was left unscarred

Thou country of our father, blest country of our birth

Thou worthy son of Scotia, I'll trust you'll pardon me

Though her hair has turned to silver

Though my sails be torn and tattered

Though the night be dark as dungeon

Three bottles a week when you feel like a root

Three fine ladies lived in a bow'ry

Three fishers went sailing out into the west

Three guys on the west coast went poaching a moose

Three thousand men of the Viking breed

Through the eyes of a child I'm seeing

Through the fog and the mist, through the rain and the sleet

Thus, I am sad and lonely down in the distant west

Tie me down, oh, tie me down

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin' Street

Tim Finnegan lived on Rankin Street

Time is turning, burning underground

Timothy Murphy kept the pledge for nearly fourteen year

Tiny feet making plodding sounds

'Tis nice to know that soon we'll see the dandelions in bloom

'Tis of a beauty fair oh, and a shepherd's daughter dear

'Tis of a brave young highwayman this story I will tell

'Tis of a comely maiden living by a riverside

'Tis of a jolly bo's'n in London town did dwell

'Tis of a merchant lived in this town

'Tis of a rich knight, who dreamèd a dream

'Tis of a young lady this story I'll tell
(Omar Blondahl)

'Tis of a young maiden this story I'll tell
(Edith Fowke)

'Tis of an old farmer in London did dwell

Tishialuk girls are neat and tidy

To be a part of this great land should be the pride of any man

To Cuba's coast we are bound, me boys

To Harvey's I'll start and to Bowring's I'll go

To land men all, on ye I call, I hope you will attend

To purchase a basket was Jack's first intent

To see the Pan American, I went to Buffalo

To the county that's known as the kingdom

To the Riverhead la'nchin' on Jubilee Day
(Kenneth Peacock)

To the Riverhead la'nchin' on Jubilee Day
(MacEdward Leach)

Today as her hair turns to silver

Today as I looked out my window

Today has been my birthday, and tonight I should be glad

Today I burned your old love letters

Today I placed a white rose on the table

Today I returned to my homeland, the place of my birth

Today I'm so lonesome and feeling so sad

Today left the place where I was born and bred

Today's the day she became a bride

Tom Casey being commander of the St Patrick called by name

Tom Fewer took his clothes, bid his mother adieu

Tom Fuher took his clothes, from his mother's house he went

Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, and I'm sitting at home

Tonight a teardrop fills my eye when I recall my home

Tonight I'm alone without you, my dear

Tonight I'm dreamin' 'bout a girl I once knew

Tonight near the foam in my old weathered home

Tonight the west moon hangs over the harbour

Too many dreams, too much laughter

Too many people and too many towns

Took my gal to a fancy ball, it was a social hop


Toora-loora-loora-lay, Christ the King was born today

Topsail's stages and flakes umbrageous

Torbay b'ys gone in the woods

Toronto's underneath an inch of snow

Trapped in my kitchen while a storm blows

Tried sleeping, kept waking, and anticipating

Trout River living on my mind

True Thomas lay on Huntlie Bank

Tshima nantem nantem minuataman

Turn off at the truck stop, rock along the black top

Turn on the news and what will you hear

'Twas a cold winter's night as the tempest was snarling

'Twas a gay Spanish maid, at the age of sixteen

'Twas a November storm, not a ship dared the waters

'Twas all on a cold winter's night

'Twas down by St John's Harbour where first I chanced to stray

'Twas early in the spring when I decide to go

'Twas getting late up in September

'Twas in a place called Wild Bay where we was distressèd so

'Twas in eighteen eighty-one when the railway first began

'Twas in the city of Wexford a merchant he did dwell

'Twas in the month of September, the date I cannot give

'Twas in the summer season, in the lovely month of May

'Twas in the town of Wexford they sentenced him to die

'Twas in the year of ninety-two, just after the Big Fire

'Twas in the year of thirty-four

'Twas just a year ago today I left my emerald isle

'Twas just after Christmas, I remember the year

'Twas just before the last great charge

'Twas late, 'twas late one evening in the lovely month of May

'Twas of a jolly boatswain, in London town did dwell

'Twas of a lady fair, a shepherd's daughter dear

'Twas of a lady in the west counteree

'Twas of a wealthy captain who lived in our port

'Twas on a cold winter's evening, the very first fall of snow

'Twas on a summer's morning as I roved o'er the moss

'Twas on one foggy winter's night, and a foggy night it was

'Twas over at the Waterford now just one month ago

'Twas the night of the trip and the weather was fair

'Twas there I had to learn reading and writing

'Twas twenty-five or thirty years since Jack first saw the light

'Twas winter down the icy Gulf

Twelve months have passed now once again it's that time of the year

Twenty-eight days in Voisey's Bay is a long, long time, I know

Twenty-one me last birthday, just entered into life

Two drummers sat at dinner in a grand hotel one day

Two gentlemen was walking down the street one day
(Figgy Duff)

Two gentlemen went walking down the street one day
(The Navigators)

Two Irishmen and a Newfie once went out for recreation

Two island swans mated for life

Two jinkers in our harbour dwell, adventuresome and plucky

Two jolly sailors went out walking

Two little shoes that she wore on her feet

Two lovers they were walking hand in hand

Two nice little boys were going to school

Two recruiting sergeants came to the CLB


U, V


Un gros coup de vent de nordet

Uncle, come tell us that wonderful tale

Uncle Eli, all shakin', called out, "Sophie, look at this:

Uncle Emile, he's gone now nearly ten days

Uncle Henry went to Florida to satisfy Aunt Mag

Uncle Tom's cabin used to glow in the dark

Under Captain William Hogarth, the Marion Rodgers left St John's

Up in the mornin' the sun do shine

Up jumps a crab with his crooked leg

Up on a mountain, way out of town

Up the kingdom is the cry of every girl and boy

Upon the banks of Newfoundland where the angry seas do roar

Upon this hill they are a tree

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