Melody -
Melody -
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The sun was setting in the west The birds were singing on ev'ry tree All nature seemed inclined to rest But still there was no rest for me Churus: Farewell to Nova Scotia, the sea-bound coast Let your mountains dark and dreary be And when I am far away on the briny oceans tossed Will you ever heave a sigh and a wish for me? I grieve to leave my native land I grieve to leave my comrades all And my aged parents whom I always held so dear And the bonnie, bonnie lass that I do adore The drums they do beat and 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 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 dark blue sea |