The Leaving Of Liverpool

Fare thee well to you, my own true love, there were many fare thee wells.
I am bound for California. A place that I know right well!
So fare thee well, my own true love.
When I return, united we will be—YES WE WILL BE!—
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me but my darling, when I think of thee.

I am bound on a Yankee clipper ship. Davy Crockett is her name.
And her Captain's name is Burgess and I've heard that she's a floating hell!
So fare thee well, my own true love.
When I return, united we will be—YES WE WILL BE!—
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me but my darling, when I think of thee.

Well I've sailed with Burgess once before, I think I know him well.
If a man's a sailor he will get along and if not then he's bound for hell!
So fare thee well, my own true love.
When I return, united we will be—YES WE WILL BE!—
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me but my darling, when I think of thee.

Well the ship in the harbour, love. I know I can't remain.
And I know that it will be a long, long time before I see you again
So fare thee well, my own true love.
When I return, united we will be—YES 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—YES WE WILL BE!—
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me but my darling, when I think of thee.