Standard (EADGBE)
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