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The sun was sinking down in the west

The birds were singing on every tree

All nature seemed to be at rest

But still there was no rest for me

Chorus

Farewell to Nova Scotia

The sea-bound coast

may your mountains dark and dreary be

For when I am far away

On the briny ocean tossed

Will you ever heave a sigh

and a wish for me

I grieve to leave my native land

I grieve to leave my comrades all

And my aged loving parents whom I held so dear

And the bonny, bonny lass

who I do adore

I have three brothers and they are at rest

Their arms are folded on their chests

But a poor, weary sailor the likes of me

Must be tossed and forgotten

On the deep, blue sea