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

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

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

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

There is no habitation for a man to live there
And the king of that country is the fierce Greenland bear
There will be no temptation to tarry long there
With our ship bumper full, we will homeward repair