FAREWELL TO NOVA SCOTIA   Key-Em   2/2 Time

 

 

 

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Fare-well to Nova Scotia the sea-bound coast.   Let your mount - ains dark and drear-y be

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And when I am far a-way of the briny ocean toss,  Will you ev-er heave a sigh or a wish for me

 

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The sun was set-ting in the west.    And the birds they sang in ev-‘ry    tree

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All nature sang and climbed to rest.   But a-las there was no rest for me (CHORUS)

 

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I quiv-ered and left my nat-ive home.  I quiv-ered to leave my com-rades all

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And my poor a-ged par-ents I love so much, And the bon-nie, bon-nie lass that I  a - dore (CHORUS)

 

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The drums do beat and the war’s through the land,  And the captain’s call we must o - bey

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So fare-well, fare-well to my Nova Scotia home,  For its early in the morning and I must a-way (CHORUS)

 

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I have three brothers now they’re at rest.   Their hands are fold-ed a-cross their breasts

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And the poor simple sail-or just like me     Must be stowed and left on the deep blue sea (CHORUS)