The Pogues - Leaving of Liverpool

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