Farewell To Tarwathie
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Judy Collins;
and various other artists



Farewell to Tarwathie
Adieu, Mormond Hill
And the dear land of Crimmond
I bid ye farewell
I'm 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 pairt
And likewise the dear lass
Wha fair won my hairt
The cold ice of Greenland
My love will not chill
And the longer my absence
More loving she'll feel

Our ship is weel 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 blaw
Where the land and the ocean
Are covered wi' snaw

The cold coast of Greenland
Is barren and bare
No seed-time or harvest
Is ever known there
And the birds here sing sweetly
On mountain and dale
But there isna 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
Wi' our ship bumper full we
Will homeward repair