Farewell to Nova Scotia

Farewell to Nova Scotia
and your sea bound coast
let your mountains dark and dreary be
when I am far away on the
briney oceans tossed
will you ever heave a sigh
or a wish for me

The sun is setting in the west
the small birds are singing from every tree
all nature seems inclinded to rest
but there never is rest nor peace for me

I grieve to leave my native land
I grieve to leave my comrades all
and my good aged mother
whom I love so dear
and the bonny bonny lassie
that I adore

The drums do roll and the war drags on
when the captain calls, you must obey
for a poor simple sailor just like me
must be tossed and turned into pale blue sea
I have had 3 brothers but they are at rest
and their arms are folded on their breast
So farewell, farewell to Scotia's green shore
for it's early in the morning and I'm far far away