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
(Chorus)
So farewell to Nova Scotia, you sea-bound coast
May 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 parents whom I love so dear
And the bonnie, bonnie lassie that I do adore
Oh, the drums they do beat and the wars do alarm
The captain calls, I must obey
So farewell, fare thee well to Nova Scotia's charms
For it's early in the morning, I am far, far away
I have three brothers, they are at rest
Their arms are folded on their chest
But a poor simple sailor just like me
Must be tossed and buried in the deep dark sea
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