The sun was setting in the west, the birds were singing on every Tree; All of nature seemed inclined to rest, but still there was no Rest for me.
CHORUS: So farewell to Nova Scotia, your seabound 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 grieve to leave my native land, I grieve to leave my comrades All; And my aged parents who I hold so dear, and the bonny, bonny lass That I do adore.
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The drums do beat, the wars do alarm, the captain calls, we must Obey; So farewell, farewell, to Nova Scotia's charms, for it's early in The morning I am far, far away.
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I have three brothers, and they are at rest, their arms are Folded on their breast; But a poor simple sailor just like me, must be tossed and driven On the deep blue sea.
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