The Leaving of Liverpool by Lizzy Hardingham

 

Farewell to you my own true love

I am sailing far away

I am bound for California

And I hope that I'll return someday

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I am bound for California

Far across the raging mane

Oh but I will write you letters love

Before that I see you again

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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

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I am bound on board of a Yankee ship

Davey Crockett is her name

And John Burgess he is the Captain of her

They say that she's a floating shame

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I have left this city near a hundred times

I've been lonesome more than I can tell

If a man's a sailor he can get along

If not then surely he's in hell

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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

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Fare thee well to Lower Frederick Street

And some terrace on Old Park Lane

For I know that it may be a long long time

Before that I see you again

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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