Farewell to Nova Scotia, you sea-bound coast,
let your mountains dark and dreary be.
For when I'm far away on the briny ocean tossed,
will you ever heave a sigh and wish for me?
The sun was setting in the west,
and the birds were singing on every tree.
All nature seemed inclined for to rest.
But still there was no rest for me.
Farewell to Nova Scotia, you sea-bound coast,
let your mountains dark and dreary be.
For when I'm far away on the briny ocean tossed,
will you ever heave a sigh and wish for me?
Will you ever heave a sigh and wish for me?
I grieve to leave my native land,
and I grieve to leave my comrades all,
and my parents whom my else so dear,
and the bonnie, bonnie lass that I do adore.
Farewell to Nova Scotia, you sea-bound coast,
let your mountains dark and dreary be.
For when I'm far away on the briny ocean tossed,
will you ever heave a sigh and wish for me?

The drums they do beat and the wars to alarm,
and the captain call-we must obey.
So farewell, farewell to Nova Scotia's charms,
for it's early in the morning and I'm far, far away.
Farewell to Nova Scotia, you sea-bound coast,
let your mountains dark and dreary be.
For when I'm far away on the briny ocean tossed,
will you ever heave a sigh and wish for me?
Farewell to Nova Scotia, you sea-bound coast,
let your mountains dark and dreary be.
For when I'm far away on the briny ocean tossed,
will you ever heave a sigh and wish for me?
Will you ever heave a sigh and wish for me?