{t:Farewell to Nova Scotia}
{st:Robert Tannahill, "The Soldier's Adieu" (1791), Gordon Lightfoot (1965), Catherine McKinnon (1967), The Irish Rovers (1981)}
{c:verse 1}
The [C]sun was setting in the west
The [Am]birds were singing on every tree
All [C]nature [G]seemed inclined for to rest
But [Am]still there [F]was no [Am]rest for me
{soc}
Fare-[C]well to Nova Scotia, you seabound coast
Let your [Am]mountains dark and dreary be
For when [C]I am far a-[G]way on the briny ocean tossed
Will you [Am]ever heave a [F]sigh or a [Am]wish for me?
{eoc}
{c:verse 2}
I [C]grieve to leave my native land
I [Am]grieve to leave my comrades all
And my [C]parents, [G]whom I held so dear
And the [Am]bonny, bonny [F]lass that I [Am]do adore
{soc}
Fare-[C]well to Nova Scotia, you seabound coast
Let your [Am]mountains dark and dreary be
For when [C]I am far a-[G]way on the briny ocean tossed
Will you [Am]ever heave a [F]sigh or a [Am]wish for me?
{eoc}
{c:verse 3}
The [C]drums do beat and the wars do alarm
My [Am]captain calls, I must obey
So fare-[C]well, fare-[G]well to Nova Scotia's charm
For it's [Am]early in the [F]morning, I'll be [Am]far, far away
{soc}
Fare-[C]well to Nova Scotia, you seabound coast
Let your [Am]mountains dark and dreary be
For when [C]I am far a-[G]way on the briny ocean tossed
Will you [Am]ever heave a [F]sigh or a [Am]wish for me?
{eoc}
{c:verse 4}
I [C]have three brothers and they are at rest
Their [Am]arms are folded on their breasts
While a [C]poor simple [G]sailor just like me
Must be [Am]tossed and [F]driven on this [Am]dark, blue sea
{soc}
Fare-[C]well to Nova Scotia, you seabound coast
Let your [Am]mountains dark and dreary be
For when [C]I am far a-[G]way on the briny ocean tossed
Will you [Am]ever heave a [F]sigh or a [Am]wish for me?
(slower) Will you [Am]↓ever heave a [F]↓sigh or a [Am]↓wish for me?
{eoc}
