On The Banks Of Jeddore


Nova Scotia is a freeborn coast.
Its fisher folk live on the sea.
The northern ocean I must cross.

Farewell, Scotties, for I must go
I'm griev'd to leave my native shore
I'm griev'd to leave my parents all,
My aged mother I adore,
And the boonie wee lassie,
On the banks of Jeddore

My sailing ship is waiting on the waves.
The signal beckons me away,
And bids me part with you my love.

Farewell, lassie, for I must go
I'm griev'd to leave my native shore
I'm griev'd to leave my parents all,
My aged mother I adore,
And the boonie wee lassie,
On the banks of Jeddore

The waning sun has set in the west.
The whipporwill sings on the hill.
A bold sea rover must not rest.

Farewell, darling, for I must go
I'm griev'd to leave my native shore
I'm griev'd to leave my parents all,
My aged mother I adore,
And the boonie wee lassie,
On the banks of Jeddore

The lonely cries of the gulls aloft
Drift on the wind that fills the sails.
Away I'rn sailing on the sea.

Farewell, ye all, for I'm gone
I'm griev'd to leave my native shore
I'm griev'd to leave my parents all,
My aged mother I adore,
And the boonie wee lassie,
On the banks of Jeddore

Bright is the light of the summer moon,
It steals through the curtain of night,
As I am dreaming of my home.

Farewell, my land, for I must go
I'm griev'd to leave my native shore
I'm griev'd to leave my parents all,
My aged mother I adore,
And the boonie wee lassie,
On the banks of Jeddore

Adapted from a song recorded in Beauce Co., Quebec and sung by Charles Barbeau.

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