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Farewell to Tarwathie, adieu Mormond Hills
And the dear land of Crimond, I bid ye farewell.
We're bound out for Greenland and ready to sail,
In hopes to find riches in hunting the whale.
Adieu to my comrades, for a while we must part
And likewise the dear lass who first won my heart
And the cold ice 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.
Our 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.
Oh, the cold coast of Greenland is barren and bare
No seedtime nor harvest is ever known there.
And the birds here sing sweetly on mountains and dale
But there isn't a birdie 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 bumper full we will homeward repair.
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