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 part,
And likewise the dear lass what 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 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 blow,
Where the land and the ocean are covered with snow.
The cold coast of Greenland is barren and bare,
No seed-time of harvest is ever known there,
And the birds here sing sweetly on mountain 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.
- Scottish folk songs
- pentatonic songs
- songs in 3
- songs with ties
- songs with the tonic triad in the melody
- songs with chords I & IV
- info about the song
- source: Folk Songs and Ballads of Scotland, Ewan MacColl, Oak Publications, 1965
Extras for Plus Members
- Song with chords (PDF)
- MIDI file