| The sun was setting in the west
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| and a small bird sang on every tree.
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| All nature was inclined ot take a rest
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| But There never is no rest no peace for me.
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| Farewell to Nova Scotia
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| Your seabound coast
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| Though your mountains dark and dreary be.
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| And when I’m far awa' on the briny ocean tossed,
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| Would you ever heave a sigh and remember me
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| II
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| The drums do roll and the war goes on
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| And the captain calls you must obey,
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| And a poor simple sailor just like me
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| Must be tossed and turned on the deep blue sea
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| Farewell to Nova Scotia
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| Your seabound coast
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| Though your mountains dark and dreary be.
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| And when I’m far awa' on the briny ocean tossed,
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| Would you ever heave a sigh and remember me
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| III
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| I had three brothers and they’re at rest
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| Their arms are folded on their breasts.
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| So farewell, farewell to Scotia’s green shore
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| And it’s early in the morning and I’m far far away
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| Farewell to Nova Scotia
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| Your seabound coast
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| Though your mountains dark and dreary be.
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| And when I’m far awa' on the briny ocean tossed,
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| Would you ever heave a sigh and remember me |