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The sun was setting in the west
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and a small bird sang on every tree
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all nature was inclined to take a rest
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but there never is no rest, nor peace for me.
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Farewell to Nova Scotia, your seabound coast
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though your mountains dark and dreary be,
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and when I'm far away on the briny ocean tossed
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would you ever heave a sigh and remember me.
The drums do roll and the wars
go on
when captain calls, you must obey
and a poor simple sailor just like me
must be tossed and turned on the deep blue sea.
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I had three brothers and they're
at rest,
their arms are folded on their breasts.
So farewell, farewell to Scotia's green shore
and it's early in the morning and I'm far, far away.
Chorus