Adieu to Nova Scotia

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

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.

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