Farewell to you,
my own true love,
I am going far away.
I am bound for Calais for life,
but I know that I'll return some day.
So fare thee well, my own true love,
and 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 shaped on a Yankee sailing ship
Davy Crockett is her name
And Porges is the captain of her
And they say she's a floating hell
So fare thee well, my own true love
And when I return, united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool
that leaves me
But my darling,
when I think of thee
Oh, the sun is on the harbour, love,
And I wish I could remain,
For I know it will be some long time
before I see you again.
So fare thee well, my old true love,
and when I return yet again we will be.
It's not the leaver of Liverpool
that breeds me,
But my darling, when I think of thee.