Goodbye to Princess landing stage, River Mersey, fare thee well. And the girls who rolled me for my gold, Walton Rosy and Line Street Nell. So fare thee well, my own true love. When I return united we will be. It’s not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me, But, me darling, when I think of thee.
Goodbye to Lower Fredrick Street, Anson Terrace and Park Lane, And a fond farewell to the Ol’ Pierhead, Until I come home again.
I have signed onboard a clipper ship, Davy Crocket ye’all know well. And the Cap’en of her is that old Burgess. And they say she’s a floating hell.
It’s me secon’ Crocket trip with ol’ Burgess An’ I think I know him well. If a man’s a sailor he can git along. But if not he is sure in Hell.
The tug is waitin’ at the Ol’ Pierhead To take us down the stream. Our sails are loose an’ our hook secure, So I bid you adieu once again.
I am bound away ter leave yer. Goodbye, me love, goodbye. An’ the only thing that grieves me, Is to leave you behind.
We are bound for California, By the way of stormy Cape Horn. When those wild waves play around the decks all day, You’ll be sorry you ever signed on.
