The sun is setting in the west
the birds are singing on every tree.
All nature seemed inclined for to rest,
But still there was no rest for me.
Farewell to Nova Scotia, the sea bound coast,
Let your mountains dark and dear they be.
For when I am far away on the briny ocean toss,
Will ye' ever heave a sigh or a wish for me.
I grieve to leave my native land,
I grieve to leave my comrade shore,
And m'poor and simple parents who I held so dear,
And the bonny, bonny lassy that I do adore.
I had three brothers and they're at rest,
Their hands are folded on their chests.
And a poor and simple sailor just like me
Will be tossed and driven on the dark blue sea.
The bells they do ring, and the horns do alarm,
The captain calls I must obey,
So farewell, farewell to Nova Scotia's charm,
It's earl-i in the morning and I'm far, far away.