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So fare thee well, my own true love 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 Fare thee well to Princess Landing Stage River Mersey, fare thee well I am bound for California A place that I know right well So fare thee well, my own true love 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'm bound to California By way of stormy Cape Horn And I'll write to you a letter, love When I am homeward-bound So fare thee well, my own true love 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 the captain's name is Burgess And they say she's a floatin' hell So fare thee well, my own true love 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 So farewell to Lower Frederick Street Anson Terrace, and Park Lane I think it will be a long, long time Before I see you again So fare thee well, my own true love 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, woo! So fare thee well, my own true love 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 But my darling, when I think of thee
Writer(s): Andrew Yates, Jonathan Darley, Robert Sattin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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