Farewell tae Tarwathie, adieu Mormond Hill,
And the dear land of Crimond, I bid ye farewell,
I am 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 what fair won my heart,
The cold ice of Greenland, my love will not chill,
The longer my absence, more loving she feels.

The cold coast of Greenland is barren and bare,
No seed-time nor harvest is ever known there,
The birds here sing sweetly o'er mountain and dale,
But there is nae a birdie who'll 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,
There'll be no temptation to tarry long there,
With our ship bumper full, we'll homeward repair.

A Major (3:24)
Jim Lillquist hammered dulcimer
Joyce Lillquist autoharp
Bob Bielefeld flute
Jim Hancock guitar, voice


As performed on the recordings:
Good Companions and
Rolling Home

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