Farewell to Tarwathie [German translation]

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

[Instrumental]

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