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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