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The sun was setting in the west, the birds were singing on every
All of nature seemed inclined to rest, but still there was no
rest for me.
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
And my aged parents who I hold so dear, and the bonny, bonny lass
that I do adore.
The drums do beat, the wars do alarm, the captain calls, we must
So farewell, farewell, to Nova Scotia's charms, for it's early in
the morning I am far, far away.
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.