| The sun was setting in the west
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| The birds were singing on ev’ry tree
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| All nature seemed inclined for the rest
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| But still there was no rest for me
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| Farewell to Nova Scotia, the sea-bound coast
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| Let your mountains dark and dreary be
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| And when I am far away on the briny oceans tossed
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| Will you ever heave a sigh and a wish for me?
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| I grieve to leave my native land
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| I grieve to leave my comrades all
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| (And) my aged parents whom I always held so dear
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| And the bonnie, bonnie lass (that) I do adore
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| The drums are beating the wars do alarm
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| The captain calls, we must obey
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| So farewell, farewell to Nova Scotia’s charms
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| For it’s early in the morning I am far, far away
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| I have three brothers and they (are) at rest
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| Their arms are folded upon their breast
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| But a poor simple sailor just like me
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| Must be tossed and driven on the dark blue sea |