(Traditional) 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
