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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, For 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 on a Yankee clipper ship, Davy Crockett is her name, And her Captain's name it is Burgess, And they say that she's a floating hell
So fare thee well, my own true love, For 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 I've sailed with Burgess once before And I think I know him well If a man's a sailor he will get along If he's not then he's sure to tell
So fare thee well, my own true love, For 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 that I could remain, For I know that it will be a long, long time, Before I see you again
So fare thee well, my own true love, For 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