Traditional
I learned this from Kendall Morse. I used to sing it when I worked in "the cities to the westward," homesick for my own coast; hence, the pensive mood. Dick Swain tells us that Helen Creighton, in Traditional Songs from Nova Scotia, describes a similar version as a combination of contributions from various people. G.B.
C: steel 6-string GB: 12-string
The sun was sinking in the West
The birds were singing on every tree
All nature seemed to be at rest
But alas, there was no rest for me
Farewell to Nova Scotia. your seabound coast
Let your mountains dark and dreary be
When I am far away on the bring ocean tossed
Will you ever heave a sigh or wish for me
I grieve to leave my native home
I grieve to leave my comrades all
My parents whom I love so dear
And the bonny bonny lass I do adore
I have three brothers and they are dressed
Their arms are folded on their breast
But a poor simple sailor just like me
Must be tossed and driven on the deep dark sea
The drums are beating, the wars do alarm
My captain calls, I must obey
Farewell, farewell to Nova Scotia's charms
It's early in the morning, I am bound far away
Farewell to Nova Scotia is recorded on the album Neighborss