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Fiddler's Green

Leaving Of Liverpool

 

Leaving Of Liverpool

(album: Devil's Dozen - 2016)


Farewell to princess landing stage
River Mercy, fare thee well
I am bound for California
A place that I know right well

I am bound on a Yankee sailing ship
Davy Crockett is her name
And Burgess is the captain of her
And they say she's 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's sure in hell
Oh, the sun is on the harbor love
And I wish 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

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