The Leaving of Liverpool - The Pogues

Farewell to you, my own true love,

I am going far, far away

I am bound for California,

And I know that I’ll return someday

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 have shipped on a Yankee sailing ship,

Davy Crockett is her name,

And her Captain’s name was 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 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