The leaving of Liverpool

Farewell to you my own true love,
I am going far, far away,
I am bound for California,
And I know that I’ll return one day.
So fare thee well my own true love,
for 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’ve shipped on board a Yankee ship,
“Davy Crockett” is her name
And her captain it is Burgess
and they say that she’s a floating hell

So fare thee well my own true love,
for 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 off for California
by the way of stormy Cape Horn
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,
for 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.

Oh, the sun is on the harbour love
and I wish I could remain
For I know it will be a long, long time
before I see you again.