Farewell to Tarwathie, adieu Mormond Hill|
And the dear land of Crimond, I bid you farewell
I'm bound all for Greenland and ready to sail
In hopes to find riches in hunting the whale.
2. Farewell to my comrades, for a while we must part
3. 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
And the land and the ocean are covered with snow.
4. The cold coast of Greenland is barren and bare
5. 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 bumper full we will homeward repair.
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