| Farewell to Tarwathie
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| Adieu Mormond Hill
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| And the dear land of Crimmond
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| I bid you farewell
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| I’m bound off for Greenland
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| And ready to sail
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| In hopes to find riches
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| In hunting the whale
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| Farewell to my comrades
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| For a while we must part
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| And likewise the dear lass
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| Who first won my heart
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| The cold coast of Greenland
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| My love will not chill
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| And the longer my absence
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| More loving she’ll feel
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| Our ship is well rigged
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| And she’s ready to sail
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| The crew they are anxious
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| To follow the whale
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| Where the icebergs do float
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| And the stormy winds blow
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| Where the land and the ocean
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| Is covered with snow
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| The cold coast of Greenland
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| Is barren and bare
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| No seed time nor harvest
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| Is ever known there
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| And the birds here sing sweetly
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| In mountain and dale
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| But there’s no bird in Greenland
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| To sing to the whale
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| There is no habitation
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| For a man to live there
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| And the king of that country
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| Is the fierce Greenland bear
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| And there’ll be no temptation
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| To tarry long there
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| With our ship bumper full
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| We will homeward repair
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| Farewell to Tarwathie
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| Adieu Mormond Hill
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| And the dear land of Crimmond
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| I bid you farewell
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| We’re bound off for Greenland
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| And ready to sail
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| In hopes to find riches
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| In hunting the whale |