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The Leaving Of Liverpool
sł. trad.
mel. trad. "The Leaving Of Liverpool"
Farewell to Princess landing stage, river Mersey farewell,
I'm bound for California and I know I'll see you again.
So fare thee well my own true love,
When I return united we will be.
It's not a leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
But my darling when I think of thee.
I'm bound aboard Yankee clipper ship, Davy Crocket is her name,
And the captain's name is Burgess and they say he's a floating shame.
So fare thee well my own true love...
I have sailed with Burgess on the Crocket and I think I know him right well.
If a man's a sailor he can get along but if not he is sure in hell.
So fare thee well my own true love...
Now we're bound for California by the way of stormy Cape Horn
I will write to you a letter love, when I am homeward bound.
So fare thee well my own true love...
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