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the sun was setting in the West |
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the birds were singing in every tree |
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all nature seemed inclined for to rest |
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but still there was no rest for me. |
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i grieve to leave my native land |
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and i grieve to leave my comrades all |
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and my parents whom i hold so dear |
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and the bonnie, bonnie lass that i do adore. |
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farewell to Nova Scotia, you sea-bound coast |
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let your mountains dark and dreary be |
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for when i am far away on the briny ocean tossed |
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will you ever heave a sigh and a wish for me? |
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the drums they do beat and the wars to alarm |
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the captain cries, and we must obey |
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so farewell, farewell to Nova Scotia's charms |
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for it's early in the mornin' and i'm far, far away |
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farewell to Nova Scotia, you sea-bound coast |
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let your mountains dark and dreary be |
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for when i am far away on the briny ocean tossed |
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will you ever heave a sigh and a wish for me? |
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i have three brothers and they are at rest |
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their arms are crossed upon their breast |
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but a poor simple sailor jest like me |
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must be tossed and driven in the cold black sea |
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farewell to Nova Scotia, you sea-bound coast |
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let your mountains dark and dreary be |
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for when i am far away on the briny ocean tossed |
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will you ever heave a sigh and a wish for me? |
