The Leaving of Liverpool Songtext
von The Pogues

Fare thee well to you, my own true love
There were many fare thee wells
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

I am bound on a Yankee clipper ship
Davy Crockett is her name
And her Captain's name it is Burgess
And they say that she′s a floating 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


Oh, I've sailed with Burgess once before
And I think I know him well
If a man′s a sailor, he will get along
If he′s not then he's sure to tell

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, the ship is in the harbour, love
And you know I can't remain
Though I know that 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 (one more time)

So fare thee well, my own true love
When I return, united we will be (we will be)
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
But, my darling, when I think of thee