Saturday, August 02, 2008
Peggy's Cove, Nova Scotia
Our last night in Nova Scotia... sadness sets in and a knowing in my heart that it is the last time I'll see the atlantic fog roll over us. In 1752 my ancestors, arriving from the Black Forrest, were one of the founding families of Lunenburg, a charming fishing village on the south shore, and even before I knew that I felt a deep connection to this part of Canada. It's clean and natural here, full of birdsong and billowous clouds, and people who are friendly beyond belief. Nova Scotia... I miss you already.
I'm reminded of this song, one of my Maritime favourites.
The sun was setting in the west,
The birds were singing on every tree.,
All nature seemed inclined for to rest
But still there was no rest for me.
Farewell to Nova Scotia, your sea-bound coast,
Let your mountains dark and dreary be.
For when I am far away on the briny ocean tossed,
Will you ever heave a sigh and a wish for me?
I grieve to leave my native land,
I grieve to leave my comrades all,
And my parents whom I held so dear,
And the bonnie, bonnie lassie that I do adore.
The drums they do beat and the wars to alarm,
The captain calls, we must obey.
So farewell, farewell to Nova Scotia's charms,
For it's early in the morning I am far, far away.
I have three brothers and they are at rest,
Their arms are folded on their breast.
But a poor simple sailor just like me,
Must be tossed and driven on the dark blue sea.
Posted by Miss Kim at 11:29 AM
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