The sun was setting in the west|The birds were singing on every tree|All nature seemed inclined to rest|But still there was no rest for me||Farewell to Nova Scotia, the seabound coast|Let your mountains dark and dreary be|For when I am far away on the brimy ocean tossed|Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?||The drums do beat and the wars do alarm|My captain calls, and I must obey||So farewell, farewell to Nova Scotia's charms|For it's early in the morning, I'll be far, far away||Farewell to Nova Scotia, the seabound coast|Let your mountains dark and dreary be|For when I am far away on the brimy ocean tossed|Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?||I grieve to leave my native land|I grieve to leave my comrades all|And my parents, whom I loved so dear|And the bonny, bonny lassie that I do adore||Farewell to Nova Scotia, the seabound coast|Let your mountains dark and dreary be|For when I am far away on the brimy ocean tossed|Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?||I have three brothers and they are at rest|Their hands are folded on their chests|But a poor and simple sailor just like me|Must be tossed and driven on the dark, blue sea||Farewell to Nova Scotia, the seabound coast|Let your mountains dark and dreary be|For when I am far away on the brimy ocean tossed|Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?||Farewell to Nova Scotia, the seabound coast|Let your mountains dark and dreary be|For when I am far away on the brimy ocean tossed|Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?||Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?||