Off Kilter - Leaving Of Liverpool текст песни

Farewell to Prince's Landing Stage
Mersey River, fare thee well
I am bound to Californ-ia,
A place I know so well

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'm bound on a Yankee sailing ship
Davy Crockett is her name
And Captain Burgess I know quite well
They say the man's insane

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

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

As I came down through Dublin city
At the hour of twelve at night
Who should I see but a Spanish Lady
Washing her feet by the candlelight

First she washed them, then she dried them
Over a fire of amber coals
In all me life I ne'er did see
A maid so sweet about the soul

Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray Lady
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray Lady
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye

As I came back to Dublin City
At the hour of half past eight
Who should I spy but the Spanish Lady
Brushing her hair in the broad daylight

First she brushed it, then she tossed it
On her lap was a silver comb
In all me life I ne'er did see
A maid so fair since I did roam

Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray Lady
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray Lady
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray Lady
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray Lady
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye

Here we go now!