The “national song” of Nova Scotia, Canada.\u00a0 Made popular by the singing of Tommy Makem, the Irish Rovers, and others of that genre.<\/p>\n
Chorus: The sun was setting in the west, I grieve to leave my native land, I have three brothers and they are at rest, The drums they do beat and the wars to alarm, The “national song” of Nova Scotia, Canada.\u00a0 Made popular by the singing of Tommy Makem, the Irish Rovers, and others of that genre. Chorus: Farewell to Nova Scotia, the sea-bound coast, may your mountains dark and dreary be. For when I am far away on the briny ocean tossed, Will you ever heave a sigh […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":21,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-4644","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/4644","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4644"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/4644\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4645,"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/4644\/revisions\/4645"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/21"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4644"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nFarewell to Nova Scotia, the sea-bound coast,<\/strong><\/em>
\nmay your mountains dark and dreary be.<\/strong><\/em>
\nFor when I am far away on the briny ocean tossed,<\/strong><\/em>
\nWill you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n
\nThe birds were singing on every tree.
\nAll nature seemed inclined to rest
\nBut still there was no rest for me. \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Chorus<\/p>\n
\nI grieve to leave my comrades all,
\nAnd my aging parents whom I’ve always loved so dear,
\nAnd the bonnie, bonnie lassie that I do adore. \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 Chorus<\/p>\n
\nTheir arms are folded on their chest.
\nBut a poor simple sailor just like me,
\nMust be tossed and turned in the deep dark sea. \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Chorus<\/p>\n
\nThe captain calls and we must obey.
\nSo farewell to Nova Scotia and all of its charms,
\nFor it’s early in the morning I’ll be far, far away. \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Chorus<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"