Tekster: Pogues. The Leaving Of Liverpool.

Farewell to you, my own true love
I am going far, far away
I am bound for California
And I know that I'll return someday

So fare thee well, my own true love
For when I return, united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
But my darling, when I think of thee

I have shipped on a Yankee sailing ship
Davy Crockett is her name
And her Captain's name was Burgess
And they say that she's a floating hell

So fare thee well, my own true love
For when I return, united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
But my darling, when I think of thee

Oh, the sun is on the harbor, love
And I wish that I could remain
For I know that it will be a long, long time
Before I see you again

So fare thee well, my own true love
For when I return, united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
But my darling, when I think of thee