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THE LEAVING OF LIVERPOOL

Farewell to you my own true love 
I am going far away
I am bound for California
And I know that I'll return some day

REFRAIN
So fare thee well my own true love
And 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 on Yankee sailing ship
Davy Crocket is her name
And her captain’s name was Burgess
And they say she’s a floating hell
 
REFRAIN
So fare thee well my own true love
And 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
But I know it will be some long time
Before I see you again
 
REFRAIN
So fare thee well my own true love
And 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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