(Traditional)
Farewell to you, my own true love,
I am going far, far away

I am bound for California,
And I know that I'll return someday


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 my darling when I think of thee

I have shipped on a Yankee sailing ship,

Davy Crockett is her name,
And her Captain's name was Burgess,
And they say that she's a floating hell


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 my darling when I think of thee


Oh the sun is on the harbour, love,
And I wish that I could remain,
For I know that it will be a long, long time,

Before I see you again

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 my darling when I think of thee