The tune and some of the words are taken from "The Leaving of Liverpool"
LEAVING LIVERPOOL or FARE THEE WELL MY OWN TRUE LOVE Farewell to Prince's Landing Stage River Mersey, fare thee well I am bound for California A place I know right well So fare thee well, my own true love When I return united we will be It's not the leaving of Liverpool that's grieving me But my darling when I think of thee I'm bound off for California By the way of stormy Cape Horn And I'm bound to write you a letter, love When I am homeward bound I have signed on a Yankee Clipper ship Davy Crockett is her name And Burgess is the Captain of her And they say she's a floating Hell I have shipped with Burgess once before And I think I know him well If a man's a seaman, he can get along If not, then he's sure in Hell Farewell to lower Frederick Street Ensign Terrace and Park Lane For I think it will be a long, long time Before I see you again Oh the sun is on the harbor, love And I wish I could remain For I know it will be a long, long time Till I see you again @travel @sea see also LEAVLIV2 recorded by Lou Killen on 50 South Judy Collins/3 Clancy Bros Freeborn man filename[ LEAVLIV1 play.exe LEAVLIV SF LEAVING OF LIVERPOOL (new version) (Bob Dylan) Fare thee well, my own true love I'm leaving the first hour of the morn I'm bound for the Bay of Mexico Or maybe the coast of Californ So fare thee well, my own true love We'll meet another day, another time It's not the leaving that's grieving me But my own true love who's bound to stay behind The weather is against me, the wind blows hard And the sun she's turning into hail But I still might strike it lucky on a highway going West Tho I'm traveling a path, beating a trail I'll write you a letter from time to time As I'm rambling you can travel with me too With my hands and my head and my heart, my love I will send what I know back to you There's a place that I heard of where I might as well be bound Down round the Mexico plain And they say that the people all are friendly there All they ask of you is your name I'll tell you of the laughter and the trouble Be they someone else's or my own With my hands in my pockets and my coat collar turned high I will travel unnoticed and unknown Copyright Warner Brothers, Inc. A Bob Dylan rewrite of a traditional song see also LEAVLIV1 @travel @love @sea filename[ LEAVLIV2 play.exe LEAVLIV SF
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