Norris & Eli Dale
The sun was setting in the west,
The birds were singin' on every tree;
All nature seem 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 am far away on the briny ocean toss'd,
Will you ever heave a sigh and a wish for me?
I grieve to leave my native land,
Grieve to leave my comrades all,
And my aged parents whom I always held so dear,
And the bonny, bonny lass that I do adore...
The drums do beat and 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 and I'm far, far away...
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 toss'd and driven on the dark blue sea...