Chorus: Farewell to Nova Scotia,
the sea-bound coast,
Let your mountains dark and dreary be.
For when I am far away on the briny ocean
Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?
The sun was setting in the west,
The birds were singing on
All nature seemed inclined to rest
But still there was no rest for me.
I grieve to leave my native land,
grieve to leave my comrades all,
And my parents whom I love so dear,
And the bonnie, bonnie lass/lad that I do adore.
The drums they
do beat and the wars to alarm,
The captain calls, and I must obey.
So farewell, farewell to Nova Scotia's charms,
it's early in the morning and I'm far, far away.
I have three brothers and they are at rest,
Their hands are folded on their
But a poor simple sailor just like me,
Must be tossed and driven on the dark blue sea.