(Traditional)
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Farewell to you, my own true love,
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I am going far, far away
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I am bound for California,
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And I know that I'll return someday
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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 have shipped on a Yankee sailing ship,
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Davy Crockett is her name,
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And her Captain's name was Burgess,
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And they say that she's a floating hell
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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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Oh the sun is on the harbour, love,
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And I wish that I could remain,
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For I know that it will be a long, long time,
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Before I see you again
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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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The Leaving Of Liverpool
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| The Pogues |
