FAREWELL TO TARWATHIE

By George Scroggie



Farewell to Tarwathie, adieu Mormond Hill

And the dear land o' Crimond, I'll bid you fareweel

I'm bound out for Greenland and ready to sail

In hopes to find riches in hunting the whale



Adieu to my comrades, for awhile we must part

And likewise the dear lass that fair won my heart

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 are covered with show



The cold coast of Greenland is barren and bare

No seed time nor harvest is ever known there

And the birds here sing sweetly on mountain and dale

But there isn't a birdie to sing tae 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 will be no temptation to tarry long there

Wi' our ship bumper full, we will homeward repair



@Scots @parting @animal @travel

recorded by July Collins on Whales and Nightingales

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