Leaving of Liverpool
- Fare you well, the Prince’s Landing Stage,
River Mersey, fare you well.
I’m off to California,
A place I know right well.
So fare you well, my own true love,
When I return united we will be.
It’s not the leaving of Liverpool that greves me,
But me darling, when I think of you. - I’m off to California,
By the way of the stormy Cape Hom,
And I will send to you a letter, love,
When I am homeward bound. - Farewell to Lower Frederick Street,
Anson Terrace and Park Lane;
Farewell, it will be some long time
Before I see you again. - I’ve shipped on a Yankee clipper ship,
Davy Crockett is her name;
And Burgess is the captain of her,
And they say she’s a floating hell. - It’s my second trip with Burgess in the Crockett,
And I think I know him weil.
If a man’s a sailor, he can get along,
But if not, he’s sure in hell. - The tug is waiting at the pierhead
To take us down the stream.
Our sails are loose and our anchor secure,
So I’ll bid you good-bye once more. - I’m bound away to leave you,
Good-bye, my love, good-bye.
There ain’t but one thing that grieves me;
That’s leaving you behind. - Now, fare you well, the Prince’s Landing Stage,
River Mersey, fare you well.
I’m off to Califomia,
A place I know right well.
(2X chorus)