As sung by Robert Lovie

Fareweel tae Tarwathie, adieu Mormond Hill
And the dear land o Crimond, I bid ye fareweel
I am bound out for Greenland and ready tae 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 hairt
The cold ice of Greenland, my love will not chill
I am bound out for Greenland and ready tae sail
Awhile I must leave you and go to the sea
Wish luck, on the bonnie ship that I am gone wi’
And when I am sailing upon the wide main
Be cheerful and happy till I come back again
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
Where the land and the ocean are covered wi snaw
The cold coast of Greenland is barren and bare
Nae seed-time nor harvest is ever known there
And The birds here sing sweetly over mountain and dale
But there isnae a birdie to sing tae the whale
Theres no habitation for a man to live there
And The king of that country’s the fierce Greenland bear
There’ll be nae temptation tae tarry lang there
Wi oor ship bumper fu we will homeward repair