(written by Bob Hallett / Based on traditional)
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Two recruiting sergeants came to the CLB,
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For the sons of the merchants, to join the Blue Puttees
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So all the hands enlisted, five hundred young men...
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Enlist ye Newfoundlanders and come follow me
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They crossed the broad Atlantic in the brave Florizel,
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And on the sands of Suvla, they entered into hell
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And on those bloody beaches, the first of them fell...
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Enlist ye Newfoundlanders and come follow me
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CHORUS:
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And it's over the mountains, and over the sea
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Come brave Newfoundlanders and join the Blue Puttees
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You'll fight the Hun in Flanders, and at Galipoli
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Enlist ye Newfoundlanders and come follow me
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The call came from London, for the last July drive
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"To the trenches with the regiment, prepare yourselves to die"
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The roll call next morning, just a handful survived.
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Enlist ye Newfoundlanders and come follow me
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CHORUS
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The stone men on Water Street still cry for the day
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When the pride of the city went marching away
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A thousand men slaughtered, to hear the King say
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Enlist ye Newfoundlanders and come follow me
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CHORUS (x2)
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Enlist ye Newfoundlanders and come follow me
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Recruiting Sergeant
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| Great Big Sea |
