| Song | Recruiting Sargeant |
| Artist | Great Big Sea |
| Album | Play |
| 作词 : Hallett | |
| Two recruiting sergeants came to the | |
| CLB,for the sons of the merchants, to join the | |
| Blue Puttees | |
| So all the hands enlisted, five hundred young men | |
| Enlist you | |
| Newfoundlanders and come follow me | |
| They crossed the broad | |
| Atlantic in the brave | |
| Florizel,And on the sands of | |
| Suvla, they entered into hell | |
| And on those bloody beaches, the first of them fell[Chorus] | |
| So it's over the mountains, and over the sea | |
| Come brave | |
| Newfoundlanders and join the | |
| Blue Puttees | |
| You'll fight in | |
| Flanders, and at | |
| GalipoliEnlist you | |
| Newfoundlanders and come follow me | |
| Then the call came from | |
| London, for the last | |
| July drive | |
| To the trenches with the regiment, prepare yourselves to die | |
| The roll call next morning, just a handful survived. | |
| Enlist you | |
| Newfoundlanders and come follow me[Chorus] | |
| The stone men on | |
| Water Street still cry for the day | |
| When the pride of the city went marching away | |
| A thousand men slaughtered, to hear the | |
| King sayEnlist you | |
| Newfoundlanders and come follow me[Chorus x3] |
| zuò cí : Hallett | |
| Two recruiting sergeants came to the | |
| CLB, for the sons of the merchants, to join the | |
| Blue Puttees | |
| So all the hands enlisted, five hundred young men | |
| Enlist you | |
| Newfoundlanders and come follow me | |
| They crossed the broad | |
| Atlantic in the brave | |
| Florizel, And on the sands of | |
| Suvla, they entered into hell | |
| And on those bloody beaches, the first of them fell Chorus | |
| So it' s over the mountains, and over the sea | |
| Come brave | |
| Newfoundlanders and join the | |
| Blue Puttees | |
| You' ll fight in | |
| Flanders, and at | |
| GalipoliEnlist you | |
| Newfoundlanders and come follow me | |
| Then the call came from | |
| London, for the last | |
| July drive | |
| To the trenches with the regiment, prepare yourselves to die | |
| The roll call next morning, just a handful survived. | |
| Enlist you | |
| Newfoundlanders and come follow me Chorus | |
| The stone men on | |
| Water Street still cry for the day | |
| When the pride of the city went marching away | |
| A thousand men slaughtered, to hear the | |
| King sayEnlist you | |
| Newfoundlanders and come follow me Chorus x3 |