Judy Collins
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Farewell to Tarwathie, Adieu Mormond Hill

And the dear land of Crimmond, I bid you farewell

I'm bound off for Greenland and ready to sail

In hopes to find riches, in hunting the whale

Farewell to my comrades for a while we must part

And likewise the dear lass, who first won my heart

The cold coast 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

The 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

The cold coast of Greenland is barren and bare

No see time nor harvest is ever known there

And the birds here sing sweetly, in mountain and dale

But there's no bird in Greenland 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 under full we will homeward repair

Farewell to Tarwathie, Adieu Mormond Hill

And the dear land of Crimmond, I bid you farewell

I'm bound off for Greenland and ready to sail

In hopes to find riches, in hunting the whale


Mirror lyrics:

In hopes to find riches, in hunting the whale

I'm bound off for Greenland and ready to sail

And the dear land of Crimmond, I bid you farewell

Farewell to Tarwathie, Adieu Mormond Hill

With our ship under full we will homeward repair

And there'll be no temptation to tarry long there

And the king of that country is the fierce Greenland bear

There is no habitation for a man to live there

But there's no bird in Greenland to sing to the whale

And the birds here sing sweetly, in mountain and dale

No see time nor harvest is ever known there

The cold coast of Greenland is barren and bare

Where the land and the ocean is covered with snow

Where the icebergs do float and the stormy winds blow

The crew they are anxious to follow the whale

Our ship is well rigged and she's ready to sail

And the longer my absence more loving she'll feel

The cold coast of Greenland, my love will not chill

And likewise the dear lass, who first won my heart

Farewell to my comrades for a while we must part

In hopes to find riches, in hunting the whale

I'm bound off for Greenland and ready to sail

And the dear land of Crimmond, I bid you farewell

Farewell to Tarwathie, Adieu Mormond Hill


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