| Farewell to Princes' 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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| 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 have sailed with Burgess once before
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| I think I know him well
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| If a man’s a sailor he will 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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| Anson Terrace and Park Lane
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| I am bound away for to leave you
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| And I’ll never see you again
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| I am bound for California
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| By way of stormy Cape Horn
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| And I will write to thee a letter, love
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| When I am homeward bound
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| I’ve shipped 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 say that she’s a floating hell |