Misc Folk - Nova Scotia - Текст песни

The sun was setting in the west, the birds were singing on every
Tree;
All of nature seemed inclined to rest, but still there was no
Rest for me.


CHORUS:
So farewell to Nova Scotia, your seabound coast, let your
Mountains dark and dreary be;
For when I am far away on the briny 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 aged parents who I hold so dear, and the bonny, bonny lass
That I do adore.


(chorus)


The drums do beat, the wars do alarm, the captain calls, we must
Obey;
So farewell, farewell, to Nova Scotia's charms, for it's early in
The morning I am far, far away.


(chorus)


I have three brothers, and they are at rest, their arms are
Folded on their breast;
But a poor simple sailor just like me, must be tossed and driven
On the deep blue sea.



(chorus)