| The sun was setting in the west
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| The birds were singing on every tree
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| All nature seemed inclined to 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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| For when I am far away on the briny ocean tossed
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| Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?
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| I grieve to leave my native land
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| I grieve to leave my comrads all
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| And my parents whom I love so dear
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| And th bonnie, bonnie lass/lad that I do adore
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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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| For when I am far away on the briny ocean tossed
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| Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?
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| The drums they do beat and the wars to alarm
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| The captain calls, and I 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 and I’m far, far away
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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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| For when I am far away on the briny ocean tossed
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| Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?
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| I have three brothers and they are at rest
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| Their hands are folded on 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
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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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| For when I am far away on the briny ocean tossed
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| Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me? |