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\selectlanguage{english}
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\songcolumns{2}
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\beginsong{Leaving of Liverpool}[by=Traditional]
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\beginverse
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\[La]Farewell to you my\[Ré] own true\[La] love,
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I am going far,far a\[Mi]way,
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I am\[La] bound for Cali\[Ré]forni\[La]a,
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And I know that I'll re\[Mi]turn some\[La] day.
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\endverse
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\beginchorus
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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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Its not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me,
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But my darling when I think of thee.
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\endchorus
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\beginverse
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I have slipped on board a Yankee ship
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Davey Crockett is her name,
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And her captain it is Burgees,
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And they say that she's a floating hell.
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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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 salor he will get along,
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If not then he's sure for hell.
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Oh the sun 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.
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\endverse
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\endsong
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