The sun was setting in the west The birds were singing on every tree All nature seemed inclined for to rest Why can't there be no rest for me.
[chorus] Farewell to Nova Scotia, you sea-bound coast, Let your mountains dark and dreary be When I’m far away, on the briny ocean tossed, Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?
I grieve to leave my native home I grieve to leave my comrades all And for aged parents whom I always loved so well And the bonny, bonny lassie that I do adore.
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The drums do beat and the horns do alarm My captain calls; we must obey Farewell, fare thee well to you Nova Scotia’s charms For it’s early in the morning I am bound far away
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I have three brothers but they are at rest. Their arms are folded on their breast. But a poor and simple sailor lad just like me Must be tossed and turned on the cold north sea.