No one knows, What's waiting; where you go. Nothings certain but the fact: That you're leaving. Still, you roam, From the straight and narrow road, Riding
[Chorus:] Way hey and away we go Donkey riding, donkey riding Way hey and away we go Ridin' on a donkey. Was you ever in Quebec Launchin' timber on
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What do you do with a drunken sailor, What do you do with a drunken sailor, What do you do with a drunken sailor, Earl-eye in the morning! [Chorus:]
It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds, snakes, an aeroplanes, Lenny Bruce is not
I don't wanna go home! Don't bring the lights up, don't ring the bell. Once the whistle has blown; God only knows when we'll meet here again! Tell the
Well it was on this monday morning And the day be calm and fine A harbour grace excursion With the boys who had the time And just before the sailor Took
Billy Peddle Billy Peddle did you see Tom White? Billy Peddle Billy Peddle did you see Tom White? Billy Peddle Billy Peddle did you see Tom White? Gone
Oh, our schooner and our sloop in Ferryland they do lie They are already rigged to be bound for the ice All you lads of the Southern we will have you
From the first "Hello" you gave to me I've done nothing else but smile And I know you're in a hurry But its gonna take a while. So forgive me if we go
from the gale We will live off honest labour With our hearts as big as sails But if I should die don't bury me Or leave me to the sea Please send my bones
Set off for America far across the ragin' sea From the frozen coves of my island home To the land of liberty I have to leave my girl behind Until I make
There's lots of fish in Bonavist harbour Lots of fish right in around here Boys and girls are fishing together 45 from Carbonear Catch a hold this
It's of a bold young smuggler From Fortune he did sail He rode the waves from St. Pierre And never saw the jail He filled her up with contraband Perfume
When I was a young man just barely fourteen, craving adventure and lore, I boarded a clipper, me Dad was the skipper, and sailed it along the French
Hangman, hangman! Hold a little while, I think I see my brother coming, Riding many a mile. Brother, did you bring me some silver, Did ya bring a little
I had a dream I was moving forward Floating gently to the sun I've come to see my world rewarded A new day has begun A lost bird caught in mid migration
The world today can be a scary place; Hard to keep your faith in the human race. We're runnin' outta trees, And we're runnin' outta space, But we'll