Intro: verse 1: Farewell to 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 a-hunting the whale verse 2: Oh, adieu to my comrades, for a while we must part And likewise the dear lass that first won my heart Oh, the cold ice of Greenland my love will not chill And the longer my absence, more loving she'll feel verse 3: Our ship is well 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 verse 4: The cold coasts of Greenland are barren and bare No seed-time nor harvest is ever known there Though the birds here sing sweetly on mountain and dale There is no bird in Greenland to sing to the whale Instrumental: