| Farewell to Princes' landing stage
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| River Mersey fare thee well
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| I am bound for California
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| A place that I know right well
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| I’m bound on a Yankee sailing ship
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| Davy Crockett is her name
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| And Burgess is the captain of her
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| And they say she is a floating shame
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| So fare thee well my own true love
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| When I return, united we will be
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| It’s not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
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| But my darling, when I think of thee
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| I have sailed with Burgess once before
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| And I think that I know him well
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| If a man’s a sailor he’ll get along
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| But if not then he’d sure be in hell
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| Oh the sun is on the harbour, love
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| And I wish that I could remain
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| For I know it will be a long, long time
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| Before I see you again
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| So fare thee well my own true love
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| When I return, united we will be
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| It’s not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
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| But my darling, when I think of thee
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| It’s not the leaving of Liverpool
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| I’m grieving when I think of you
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| I miss you, I miss you
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| The sun is on the harbor, love
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| The ocean with the sky above
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| It’s not the sea that makes me grieve
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| The tide is high, I have to leave
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| So fare thee well my own true love
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| When I return, united we will be
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| It’s not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
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| But my darling, when I think of thee
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| Farewell to you my own true love
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| I am sailing far, far away
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| I am bound for California
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| But I know I’ll return some day
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| So fare thee well my own true love
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| When I return, united we will be
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| It’s not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
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| But my darling, when I think of thee
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| So fare thee well my own true love
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| When I return, united we will be
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| It’s not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
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| But my darling, when I think of thee
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| But my darling, when I think of thee |