The Leaving Of Liverpool

Farewell to Prince’s landing stage
Mersey River, fare thee well
I am bound for Californ-i-ay
A place I know right well

So fare thee well my own true love
And 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 Californ-i-ay
By the way of the stormy Cape Horn
And I’ll write to you a letter, love
When I am homeward bound

I have signed on a Yankee clipper ship
Davy Crockett is her name
And Burgess is the captain of her
And they say she is a floating shame

I have sailed with Burgess once before
And I think I know him right well
If a man is a sailor, he can get along
But if not than he’s surely in hell

Oh, the fog is on the harbor love
And I wish I could remain
But I know it will be some long time
Before I see you again