Wicked Tinkers - Farwell To Nova Scotia | Текст песни

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The sun was setting in the west,
The birds were singing on every tree.
All nature seemed inclined to rest
But still there was no rest for me.

I grieve to leave my native land,
I grieve to leave my comrades all,
And my parents whom I've loved so dear,
And the bonnie, bonnie lass I do adore.

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Farewell to Nova Scotia, the sea-bound coast,
let your mountains dark and dreary be.
For when I am far away on the briny ocean tossed,
Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?

The drums do beat and the wars to alarm,
The captain calls, I must obey.
So farewell, farewell to Nova Scotia's charms,
For it's early in the morning and I'm far, far away.

Chorus

I have three brothers and they are at rest,
Their arms are folded on their chest.
But a poor simple sailor just like me,
Must be tossed and driven on the dark blue sea.

Chorus


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