Farewell to Thee, New Scotland

Leethwork by Robert Tannahill, other unwist leethers Efnewed wordstock by William Hurst

(Eftrime) Farewell to Great New Scotland, the sea-bound shore, Let your barrows dark and dreary be. When I am far away on the briny ranroad tossed, will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me? (Erst Row) The sun was setting in the west, The birds were singing on every tree. All the wildlings seemed to be at rest, But alas, there was to be no rest for me! (Twoth Row) I gnorn to leave my theedish home, I gnorn to leave my landsmen all, Oh, my elders whom I hold to dear, And the sweetest pretty maiden whos love I call. (Third Row) The cannons drum and shake stalworth sons, Yet the shiplord calls, and we must take heed. Farewell, farewell, to Great New Scotland's gales, For the oughten cast us up and from your warmth we're freed. (Fourth Row) I have three brothers and they are at rest, Their arms are folded in their chest. But a heen unorn lidder right like me, Must be terved and whirft on the deep dark sea.