The Leaving Of Liverpool

Farewell to Princess landing stage,
River Mersey, fare-thee-well
I am bound for California
A place I know right well

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

I am bound for California
By way of stormy Cape Horn
I will write to thee a letter, love
When I am homeward-bound

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

I have shipped on a Yankee clipper ship
Davy Crockett is her name
And Burgess is the captain of her
And they say that she's a floating hell

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

I have sailed with Burgess once before
I think I know him well
If a man's a sailor, he will get along
If not, then he's sure in hell

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

Farewell to Lower Frederick Street
Anson Terrace and Park Lane
I am bound away for to leave you
And I'll never see you again

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

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