Fare you well the Prince's landing stage, River Mersey, fare you well.
I'm off to California, a place I know right well.
So fare you well, my own true love,
when I return united we shall be,
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me,
but my darling when I think of you.
I'm off to California by the way of the stormy Cape Horn,
I will send to you a letter, love, when I am homeward bound.
Farewell to Lower Frederick Street, Anson Terrace and Park Lane,
farewell, it will be some long time before I see you again.
I've shipped on a Yankee clipper ship, Davy Crockett is her name,
and Burgess is the captain of her, and they say she's a floating shame.
The tug is waiting at the pierhead to take us down the stream,
our sails are loose and our anchor secure, so I'll bid you good-bye once more.
I'm bound away to leave you, good-bye, my love, good-bye,
there ain't but one thing that grieves me, that's leaving you behind.