Farewell to Nova Scotia

— Traditional

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 poor aged parents whom I love so dear,
And the bonnie, bonnie lassie that I do adore.

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

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?

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

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?

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?
Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?

Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?