Noel McLoughlin - Farewell to tarwathie

^EFarewell to ^ETarwathie ^A adieu Mormon H^Eill,^E to the green land of ^ECrimond^A I bid you fare^Ewell e|-------------------------------------|-------------------------------------------------| B|--10--10--8--------------------8-10--|--10--10--10---8---------------------------8-----| G|------------10-7--------7--10--------|-------------------10---7----------7--10------10-| D|-----------------10--10--------------|---------------------------10---10---------------| A|-------------------------------------|-------------------------------------------------| E|-------------------------------------|-------------------------------------------------| I^E'm bound out for Gr^A*eenla^E*nd get r^Eeady to ^C#msail ^C#m in hopes to find ^Eriches ^A a hunting the wh^Eale e|------------8---10---8---------------------|-------------------------------------------| B|--------10----------------10--10--8-----10-|-10--10--8--------------------------8------| G|-10--10-----------------------------10-----|------------10---7-----------7--10------10-| D|-------------------------------------------|--------------------10----10---------------| A|-------------------------------------------|-------------------------------------------|

Farewell to ^ETarwathie, ^A adieu Mormond ^EHill to the green land of Crimond, ^A I bid you farew^Eell I am bound out for G^A*reenl^E*and^E get ready to s^C#mail In hopes to find r^Eiches ^A a-hunting the wh^Eale

Our s^Ehip is well rigged ^A she's ready to s^Eail and the crew all are anxious ^A to follow the wh^Eale Where the icebergs do f^A*loat a^E*nd ^E the stormy winds ^C#mblow and the land and the o^Ecean ^A is covered in sn^Eow

Farew^Eell, to my comrades, ^A from you I must p^Eart Likewise, my dear darlings, ^A you fair won my he^Eart But the cold ice of G^A*reenl^E*and ^E will not my heart c^C#mhill And the longer my a^Ebsence, ^A more loving you'll f^Eeel ^E

The c^Eold land of Greenland ^A is barren and b^Eare No seed-time nor harvest ^A is ever known th^Eere The birds here sing s^A*weet-^E*ly ^E o'er mountain and ^C#mdale But there is not a bir^Ed here ^A to sing to the wh^Eale

Farewell to T^Earwathie, ^A adieu Mormond H^Eill to the green land of Crimond, ^A I bid you farew^Eell I am bound out for G^A*reenl^E*and^E get ready to s^C#mail In hopes to find r^Eiches ^A a-hunting the wh^Eale