The Pogues - The Leaving of Liverpool lyrics

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