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 of nature sang and climbed to a rest
But alas there was no rest for me.
Chorus
I grieve to leave my native home
I grieve to leave my comrades all,
And my poor aged parents I love so much,
And the bonnie, bonnie lass that I do adore.
chorus
The drums do beat and the war's through the land
and The captain's call I must obey.
So farewell, farewell to my Nova Scotia home
For it's early in the morning and I must away
Chorus
I had three brothers now they're at rest,
Their hands are folded across their chests
But a poor simple sailor just like me,
Must be tossed and driven by the deep blue sea.
Chorus (repeat last line)
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