the dubliners
the leaving of liverpool
Farewell to Princes' landing stage River Mersey fare thee well I am bound for California, a place I know right well 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  I have sailed with Burgess once before, I think I know him well 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 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  Farewell to Lower Frederick Street, Anson Terrace and Park Lane I am bound away for to leave you and I'll never see you again 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  I am bound for California by way of stormy Cape Horn And I will write to thee a letter, love, when I am homeward bound 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  I've shipped on a Yankee clipper ship, "Davy Crockett" is her name And Burgess is the captain of her and they say that she's a floating hell 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