Leaving of Liverpool - Fiddler's Green

Farewell to Princes' landing stage

River Mersey fare thee well

I am bound for California

A place that I know right well

I’m bound on a Yankee sailing ship

Davy Crockett is her name

And Burgess is the captain of her

And they say she is a floating shame

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

And I think that I know him well

If a man’s a sailor he’ll get along

But if not then he’d sure be in hell

Oh the sun is on the harbour, love

And I wish that I could remain

For I know it will be a long, long time

Before I see you again

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

It’s not the leaving of Liverpool

I’m grieving when I think of you

I miss you, I miss you

The sun is on the harbor, love

The ocean with the sky above

It’s not the sea that makes me grieve

The tide is high, I have to leave

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

Farewell to you my own true love

I am sailing far, far away

I am bound for California

But I know I’ll return some day

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

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

But my darling, when I think of thee