The leaving of Liverpool

Fare you well the Prince's landing stage,
River Mersey, fare thee well.
I'm off to California,
a place I know right well.

So fare thee well, my own true love,
when I return united we shall be,
it's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me.
But my darling when I think of thee.

I'm off to Californi-ay
by the way of the stormy Cape Horn,
and I write to you a letter, love,
when I am homeward bound.

So fare thee well...

I've shipped on a Yankee clipper ship,
Davy Crockett is her name,
and Burgess is the captain of her,
and they say she's a floating shame.

So fare thee well...

I have been with Burgess once before
And I think I know him right well
If a man is a sailor-man he'll get along
But if not he is shure in hell

So fare thee well...

Fare well to Lower Frederick Street,
Anson Terrace and Park Lane,
There ain't but one thing that grieves me
That's leaving you behind

So fare thee well...

Oh the sun is on the harbour, love
and I wish that I could remain
for I know It's gonna be some long, long time
before I see you again

So fare thee well...

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