Farewell To Tarwathie

Farewell to Tarwathie, Adieu Mormond Hill



And the dear land of Crimmond, I bid you farewell



I'm bound off for Greenland and ready to sail



In hopes to find riches, in hunting the whale



Farewell to my comrades for a while we must part



And likewise the dear lass, who first won my heart



The cold coast of Greenland, my love will not chill



And the longer my absence more loving she'll feel



Our ship is well rigged and she's ready to sail



The crew they are anxious to follow the whale



Where the icebergs do float and the stormy winds blow



Where the land and the ocean is covered with snow



The cold coast of Greenland is barren and bare



No see time nor harvest is ever known there



And the birds here sing sweetly, in mountain and dale



But there's no bird in Greenland to sing to the whale



There is no habitation for a man to live there



And the king of that country is the fierce Greenland bear



And there'll be no temptation to tarry long there



With our ship under full we will homeward repair



Farewell to Tarwathie, Adieu Mormond Hill



And the dear land of Crimmond, I bid you farewell



I'm bound off for Greenland and ready to sail



In hopes to find riches, in hunting the whale