Fareweel tae Tarwathie, adieu, Mormond Hill And the dear land o' Crimond, I bid you fareweel I am bound now 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 haert The cold ice of Greenland my love will not chill An' 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 And the land and the ocean are covered wi' snaw The cold coast of Greenland is barren and bare No seed-time nor harvest is ever known there And the birds here sing sweetly on mountain and dale But there is nae a birdie tae sing tae 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 lang there Wi' our ship bumper full, we will homeward repair Fareweel tae Tarwathie, adieu, Mormond Hill And the dear land o' Crimond, I bid you fareweel I am bound now for Greenland and ready to sail In hopes to find riches in hunting the whale