The sun had sunk all in the west,
The birds sang sweet in ev'ry tree
All nature seemed inclined to rest,
But oh, there is no rest for me.

So a-dieu to No-va Sco-tia's sea bound coast,
Let her moun-tains dark and drear-y be. But when
I am far a-way on the bri-ny ocean tossed
Will you ev-er give a sigh or wish for me?

I grieve to leave my native land,
I grieve to leave my comrades dear;
My tender parents that I love so well,
And the bonny, bonny lassie I do adore.