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Farewell to you, my own true love |
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There were many fare thee wells |
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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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When I return united we will be |
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It's not the leaving of Liverpool that's grieves me |
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But my darling when I think of thee |
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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 the Captain's name is Burgess |
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And they say that she's a floating Hell |
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I have sailed 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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Oh the ship is in 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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Before I see you again |
