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T: Tribute to Newfoundland
T:(A' Ye Tramps an' Hawkers, Homes of Donegal, Lily of the West, Peter Emberly, others.)
C: traditional Irish, Scottish
C: words by Little Johnny Cameron, arr. the Fumbling Fingers
N: rev: v1.0, 29 Oct, 2007 - wdm
M: 3/4
L: 1/4
Q:1/4=180
N: Other titles: (A' Ye) Tramps an(d) Hawkers, Beltane Time, Wind That Shakes the Corn, Young Man from Canada.
K: Gmaj
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w:'Twas_ just a year a-go to-day, I left my em-'rald isle_
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w:To the shores of lo_vely New-found-land, I've_ tra-veled ma-ny a mile;
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w:The_ peo-ple there_ they wel-comed me with_ o-pen heart_ and hand,_
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w:Sure I thought that I was home a-gain in dear old I-re-land._
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w:When the time has come and I must go to my land a-cross the sea,_
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w:This_ love-ly i-sle of New-found-land will_ still be call_ing me._
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w:From her pine-clad hills_ and moun-tain glens, To her shores of shing_ling sand;_
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w:God_ bless and keep you as you are We love you, New-found-land._
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W:
W:     Tribute to Newfoundland
W:
W:'Twas just a year ago today, I left my emerald isle,
W:To the shores of lovely Newfoundland, I've traveled many a mile;
W:The people there they welcomed me with open heart and hand,
W:Sure, I thought that I was home again in dear old Ireland.
W:
W:There's Kellys, Murphys and Malones, O'Briens and O'Hares,
W:As fine a bunch of lads, me boys, as ever can compare;
W:As farmers and as fishermen they came across the sea,
W:To this island they call Newfoundland, my second home to me.
W:
W:From Corner Brook to Carbonear and on to old St. John's,
W:You'll always find a welcome there and hear some Irish songs;
W:It lifts my heart and it fills my eyes to hear those songs again,
W:And it makes us proud that we can say we are Irishmen.
W:
W:When the time has come and I must go to my land across the sea,
W:This lovely isle of Newfoundland will still be calling me.
W:
W:From her pine-clad hills and mountain glens,
W:To her shores of shingling sand;
W:God bless and keep you as you are...
W:We love you, Newfoundland.
W:
W:Spoken:
W:God bless and keep you as you are...
W:We love you, Newfoundland.
W:
W:
W:Come A' ye Tramps an' Hawkers
W:
W:O come a' ye tramps and hawker-lads
W:an' gaitherers o' bla'
W:That tramp the country roun' and roun',
W:come listen one and a'
W:I'll tell tae ye a rovin' tale,
W:an' places I hae been
W:Far up into the snowy north,
W:or sooth by Gretna Green.
W:
W:I've seen the high Ben Nevis
W:that gangs towerin' tae the moon
W:I've been roun' by Crieff an' Callander
W:an' by Bonny Doon
W:I've been by Nethy's silvery tide
W:an' places ill tae ken
W:Far up into the stormy north
W:lies Urquart's fairy glen
W:
W:Sometimes noo I laugh tae mysel'
W:when dodgin' alang the road
W:Wi' a bag o' meal slung upon my back,
W:my face as broun's a toad
W:Wi' lumps o'cheese and tattie-scones
W:or breid an' braxie ham
W:Nae thinking whar' I'm comin' frae
W:nor thinkin' whar I'm gang.
W:
W:I'm happy in the summer-time
W:beneath the dark blue sky
W:Nae thinkin' in the mornin'
W:at nicht where i'm gang to lie
W:Bothies or byres or barns,
W:or oot amangst the hay
W:And if the weather does permit,
W:I'm happy a' the day.
W:
W:Loch Katrine and Loch Lomond,
W:they've oft been seen by me
W:The Dee, the Don, the Devron,
W:that a' flows tae the sea
W:Dunrobin Castle, by the way,
W:I nearly had forgot
W:And the reckless stanes o'cairn
W:that mairks the hoose o' John
W:o' Groat.
W:
W:I've been by bonny Gallowa',
W:an' often roun' Stranraer
W:My business leads me anywhere,
W:I travel near an' far
W:I've got that rovin' notion
W:I wouldna like tae loss
W:For It's my daily fare
W:an' as much'll pay my doss.
W:
W:I think I'll gang tae Paddy's Lan',
W:I'm makin' up my mind
W:For Scotland's greatly altered noo,
W:I canna raise the wind
W:But if I can trust in Providence,
W:if Providence should prove true
W:I'll sing ye's a' of Erin's Isle
W:when I come back to you.