Off Kilter - Leaving of Liverpool lyrics

Farewell to Prince's Landing Stage Mersey River, fare thee well I am bound to Californ-i-a, A place I know so 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'm bound on a Yankee sailing ship Davy Crockett is her name And Captain Burgess I know quite well They say the man's insane 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 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 As I came down through Dublin city At the hour of twelve at night Who should I see but a Spanish Lady Washing her feet by the candlelight First she washed them, then she dried them Over a fire of amber coals In all me life I ne'er did see A maid so sweet about the soul Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray Lady Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray Lady Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye As I came back to Dublin City At the hour of half past eight Who should I spy but the Spanish Lady Brushing her hair in the broad daylight First she brushed it, then she tossed it On her lap was a silver comb In all me life I ne'er did see A maid so fair since I did roam Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray Lady Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray Lady Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray Lady Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray Lady Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye Here we go now!