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Girls of Nl
Shanneyganock
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There's a girl in St. John's City that I'm going for to see,
No fellow in the region that knows her, only me,
She cried so when I left her, I thought I'd break her heart,
And if I ever meet her, we never more shall part.
She's the sweetest rose of colour that a soldier ever knew,
Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew,
You may talk about your Mainland girls, from Boston o'er the Strand,
But none of them are any like the girls from Newfoundland.
When the summer winds are blowin' and the starry nights are bright,
I'll take her to The Nickel most every weekday night,
And as we watched the pictures [movies], unto her I did say,
I hope you won't forget me, love, when I am far away.
She's the sweetest rose of colour that a soldier ever knew,
Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew,
You may talk about your Mainland girls, from Boston o'er the Strand,
But none of them are any like the girls from Newfoundland.
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So now I'm going to leave her, for soon I'll have to go,
For soon I will be sailing, to fight the German foe,
And if I die in battle, where shot and shell do roar,
There's one brave girl will think of me, on Terra Nova's shore.
She's the sweetest rose of colour that a soldier ever knew,
Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew,
You may talk about your Mainland girls, from Boston o'er the Strand,
But none of them are any like the girls from Newfoundland.
I left my home and all I love, and by the flag I'll stand,
You'll find I am no slackard, I belong to Newfoundland,
I want no man to fight for me, my country on me calls,
And I'm prepared to fight it out, or in the trenches fall.
She's the sweetest rose of colour that a soldier ever knew,
Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew,
You may talk about your Mainland girls, from Boston o'er the Strand,
But none of them are any like the girls from Newfoundland.
She's the sweetest rose of colour that a soldier ever knew,
Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew,
You may talk about your Mainland girls, from Boston o'er the Strand,
But none of them are any like the girls from Newfoundland.
But none of them are any like the girls from Newfoundland.
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