Farewell to Tarwethie The Longest Johns

[Verse 1]
Farewell to Tarwathie
Adieu Mormond Hill
And the dear land of Crimmond
I bid you farewell
For I'm bound off for Greenland
And ready to sail
For hopes to find riches
In hunting the whale

[Verse 2]
Farewell to my comrades
For a while we must part
And likewise the dear lass
Who first won my heart
For the cold coast of Greenland
My love will not chill
And the longer my absence
More loving she'll feel

[Verse 3]
Our ship is well rigg-ed
And ready to sail
And the crew, they are anxious
To follow the whale
Where thе icebergs do float
And stormy winds blow
And the land and thе ocean
Is covered with snow