Farewell to Tarwathie

Farewell to Tarwathie - Judy Collins

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

We bound off for Greenland

And ready to sail

In hopes to find riches

In hunting the whale