| 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 you 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 you Newfoundlanders and come follow me
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| So 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 Gallipoli
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| Enlist you 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 you Newfoundlanders and come follow me
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| The stone men on Water Street still cry for the day
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| When the pride of their city went marching away
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| A thousand men slaughtered, to hear the King say
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| Enlist you Newfoundlanders and come follow me |