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
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
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
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