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The sun was setting in the west,
And the birds were singing on ev'ry tree;
All nature seemed inclined for to rest,
But still there was no rest for me.
So, farewell to Nova Scotia, you sea-bound coast,
Let your mountains dark and dreary be;
While 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 and they are at rest,
And their arms are folded across their breast,
While a poor simple sailor just like me,
Must be tossed and driven on a cruel north sea.
So, farewell to Nova Scotia, you sea-bound coast,
Let your mountains dark and dreary be;
While when I am far away on the briny ocean tossed,
Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?
I grieve to leave my native soil,
I grieve to leave my comrades all,
And my parents that I do adore,
And the bonnie, bonnie lassie that I love so well.
So, farewell to Nova Scotia, you sea-bound coast,
Let your mountains dark and dreary be;
While when I am far away on the briny ocean tossed,
Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?
The drums do sound while the wars do alarm,
And our captain calls, you must obey;
So, farewell, farewell to Nova Scotia's charms,
For it's early in the morning I am bound far away.
So, farewell to Nova Scotia, you sea-bound coast,
Let your mountains dark and dreary be;
While 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?
This variant arranged and recorded by Ryan's Fancy (Times To Remember, trk#11, 1973, Audat Records, Oshawa, Ontario).
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