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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 |