| (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 tossed, Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me? The sun was setting in the west, The birds were singing on every tree. All nature seemed to be to rest But alas there was no rest for me. I grieve to leave my native home, I grieve to leave my comrades all, And my parents whom I hold so dear, And the bonnie, bonnie lassie/laddie that I do adore. The drums do beat and the wars do alarm, The captain calls, and I must obey. So farewell, farewell to Nova Scotia's charms, For it's early in the morning and I'm far, far away. I have two brothers and they are at rest, Their hands are folded on their chest. But a poor simple sailor just like me, Must be tossed and turned on the dark blue sea. |
| (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 tossed, Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me? The sun was setting in the west, The birds were singing on every tree. All nature seemed to be to rest But alas there was no rest for me. I grieve to leave my native home, I grieve to leave my comrades all, And my parents whom I hold so dear, And the bonnie, bonnie lassie/laddie that I do adore. The drums do beat and the wars do alarm, The captain calls, and I must obey. So farewell, farewell to Nova Scotia's charms, For it's early in the morning and I'm far, far away. I have two brothers and they are at rest, Their hands are folded on their chest. But a poor simple sailor just like me, Must be tossed and turned on the dark blue sea.
Credits Song: Canadian folk song Music video: Courtesy of Patrick Brousseau Selected & transcribed by: Anthony Hall Copyright: Fair use principle, for educational purposes. |