Farewell Nova Scotia

Traditional

Farewell to Nova Scotia - Traditional -

The sun was sinking down in the west
The birds were singing on every tree
All nature seemed to be at rest
But still there was no rest for me

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 and a wish for me

I grieve to leave my native land
I grieve to leave my comrades all
And my aged loving parents whom I held so dear
And the bonny, bonny lass who I do adore

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 and a wish for me

The drums they do beat and the wars do alarm
The captain calls, I must obey.
Farewell, farewell to Nova Scotia’s charms,
For it’s early in the morning and I’m far, far away.

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 and a wish for me

I have three brothers and they are at rest
Their arms are folded on their chests
But a poor, weary sailor the likes of me
Must be tossed and forgotten on the deep, blue sea

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 and a wish for me

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Louis Collins

Traditional

Louis Collins - Mississippi John Hurt -

Mrs. Collins weep Mrs. Collins mourn
to see her son Louis leave his home
Angels laid him away

Angels laid him away
They laid him six feet under the clay
Angels laid him away

Kind friends now ain’t it hard
To see poor Louis in a new graveyard
Angels laid him away

Angels laid him away
They laid him six feet under the clay
Angels laid him away

Bob shot one and Louis shot two
Shot poor Collins, shot him through and through
Angels laid him away

Angels laid him away
They laid him six feet under the clay
Angels laid him away

When they heard that Louis was dead
All the people they dressed in red,
Angels laid him away

Angels laid him away
They laid him six feet under the clay
Angels laid him away

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Wayfaring Stranger

Traditional

Wayfaring Stranger - Traditional -

I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger 
Travelling through this world of woe 
Theres no sickness, toil, or danger 
In that bright world to which I go 

I’m going there to see my Father 
I’m going there no more to roam 
I’m just a-going over Jordan 
I’m just a-going over home 

I know dark clouds will gather ‘round me, 
I know my way is rough and steep 
Yet beauteous fields lie just before me 
Where Gods redeemed their vigils keep 

I’m going there to see my mother 
She said she’d meet me when I come 
I’m just a-going over Jordan 
I’m just a-going over home