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Farewell to Prince's 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 I know right well |
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So fare thee well, my own true love |
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For 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'm bound off for California |
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By the way of stormy Cape Horn |
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And I'm bound to write you a letter, love |
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When I am homeward bound |
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I have signed on a Yankee clipper 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 that say she's a floating shame |
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I have shipped with Burgess once before |
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And I think I know him well |
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If a man's a sailor, he can get along |
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If not, then he's sure in Hell |
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Farewell to lower Frederick Street |
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Ensign Terrace and Park Lane |
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For I think it will be a long, long time |
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Before I see you again |
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Oh the sun is on the harbour, love |
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And I wish I could remain |
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For I know it will be a long, long time |
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Till I see you again |
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