From the recording Slán Abhaile

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Traditional, arranged by Roane

Lyrics

Fare thee well to you, my own true love,
I am going far, far away.
I am bound for California,
But I know that I'll return some day.

Chorus:
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 me darlin’ when I think of thee.

Fare thee well, the Prince's Landing Stage,
River Mersey, fare thee well.
I am off to California,
A place I know right well.

(Chorus)

Farewell to lower Frederick Street,
Anson Terrace, and Park Lane.
Farewell, it will be a long, long time,
Before I’ll see you again.

(Chorus)

I have shipped a Yankee clipper ship,
Davy Crockett is her name,
And her captain's name is Burgess,
And they say that she's a floating hell.

(Chorus)

Oh, the sun is on the harbor, love,
And I wish I could remain,
For I know it will be a long, long time,
Before I see you again.

(Chorus 2x)

It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me,
But me darling when I think of thee.