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Farewell to Prince's Landing Stage
River Mersey, fare thee well
I am bound for California
A place I know right well
Chorus:
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
Chorus:

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
Chorus:

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
Chorus:

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
Chorus:

Oh the sun is on the harbour, love
And I wish I could remain
For I know it will be a long, long time
Till I see you again
Chorus:

I´ll be your long haired lover from Liverpool
And I´ll do anything you say
I´ll be your clown or your puppet or your April Fool
If you´ll be my sunshine daisy from L.A

I´ll be your leprechaun and sit upon an old toadstool
I´ll serenade you till I´m old and gray
I´ll be your long haired lover from Liverpool
You´ll be my sunshine daisy from L.A

(You´ll be my lovely daisy on the mountainside)
(There are lots of other flowers, too)
But all the other flowers hung their heads and cried
Because the loveliest of all them was you

(But you were evidently the exception to the rule)
I picked you quickly then I ran away
´Cause I was your long haired lover from Liverpool
You were my sunshine daisy from L.A

I´ll be your long haired lover from Liverpool
And I´ll do anything you ask
I´ll be your clown or your puppet or your April Fool
Cut my hair, I´ll even wear a mask

I´ll be your Valentine, and you´ll be mine, and things´ll be cool
We´ll move along together every day
I´ll be your long haired lover from Liverpool
You´ll be my sunshine daisy from L.A
You´ll be my sunshine daisy from L.A

I´ll be your long haired lover from Liverpool
And I´ll do anything you ask
I´ll be your clown or your puppet or your April Fool
Cut my hair I´ll even wear a mask

I´ll be your Valentine, and you´ll be mine, and things´ll be cool
We´ll move along together every day
I´ll be your long haired lover from Liverpool
You´ll be my sunshine daisy from L.A

Dublin in the Rare Old Times

Raised on songs and stories, heroes of renown.
Are the passing tales and glories, that once was Dublin town.
The hallowed halls and houses, the haunting children's rhymes.
That once was Dublin city in the rare old times.

Ring a ring a Rosie, as the light declines,
I remember Dublin city in the rare old times

My name it is Sean Dempsey, as Dublin as can be
Born hard and late in Pimlico, in a house that ceased to be.
By trade I was a cooper, lost out to redundancy.
Like my house that fell to progress, my trade's a memory.

And I courted Peggy Dignan, as pretty as you please,
A rogue and child of Mary, from the rebel Liberties.
I lost her to a student chap, with skin as black as coal.
When he took her off to Birmingham, she took away my soul.

Ring a ring a Rosie, as the light declines,
I remember Dublin city in the rare old times

The years have made me bitter, tha gargle dims my brain,
'cause Dublin keeps on changing, and nothing seems the same.
The Pillar and the Met have gone,
the Royale long since pulled down,
As the great unyielding concrete, makes a city of my town.

Ring a ring a Rosie, as the light declines,
I remember Dublin city in the rare old times

Fare thee well sweet Anna Liffey,
I can no longer stay,
And watch the new glass cages, that spring up along the Quay.
My mind's too full of memories, too old to hear new chimes,
I'm part of what was Dublin, in the rare old times.

Ring a ring a Rosie, as the light declines,
I remember Dublin city in the rare old times

Oh Liverpool Lou lovely Liverpool Lou
Why can't you behave just like other girls do
Why must my poor heart keep following you
Stay home and love me my Liverpool Lou
When I go out walking, I hear people talking
School children playing, I hear what their saying
Their saying you're grieve me
That you will decieve me
Some morning you'll leave me
All packed up and gone
Oh Liverpool Lou lovely Liverpool Lou
Why can't you behave just like other girls do
Why must my poor heart keep following you
Stay home and love me my Liverpool Lou
The sounds from river keep telling me ever
That I should forget you, like I've never met you
Oh tell me their song love
Was never more wrong love
Say I belong love
to my Liverpool Lou

morning Keith

Dated 1880-1900
Toon Of Arbroath

Although far fae hame and the blooming heather
Thousand of miles across the deep sea
At night when im weary my mind loves to wander
To the scenes of my boyhood so dear unto me

Chorus
Then heres to the sons of the dear old St Thomas
The lassies are bonnie so blithe and so free
The auld Abbey ruins the cliffs and the commons
The toon of Arbroath will be dear unto me

The toon of Arbroath is my my home and my birthplace
It was there when at school with the rest of the boys
When lessons were over we played till the gloamin
It was there i tasted my lifes sweetest joys

Chorus

It was there where my father and mother both taught me
To deal honest and fair to be kindly and free
And never forget theres one eye above us
That watches our actions where er we may be

Chorus

It was there that i courted my ain bonnie lassie
Her cheeks like the new rose her skin like the snow
I proposed she consented we kissed and concealed it
Down by the Seaton Den where the burnie flows

Chorus

Ive lived as an exile sice i left old St Thomas
And toiled day and night on a far distant shore
But like a true Scotsman my work ner failed me
So now i can boast ive got health and galore

Chorus

Dear PollyPoppet, to what music is this song sung. Just tried singing it to myself. I was a Rothesey lass myself, but think the tunes were all piping tunes rather than word songs.
Just drifting back to a childhood memory
Julia in Derbyshire

hi julia
not got a clue a bit early for me if you google songs about arbroath its the 7th down broadside ballad might tell you

The Lincolnshire Poacher
When I was bound apprentice in famous Lincolnshire
Full well I served my master for nigh on seven years
Till I took up to poaching as you shall quickly hear
Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year.
As me and my companions was setting out a snare
'Twas then we spied the gamekeeper, for him we didn't care
For we can wrestle and fight, my boys, and jump from anywhere
Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year.
As me and my companions was setting four or five
And taking them all up again, we caught a hare alive
We caught a hare alive, my boys, and through the woods did steer
Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year.
We threw him over my shoulder, boys, and then we trudged home
We took him to a neighbour's house and sold him for a crown
We sold him for a crown, my boys, but I divven't tell you where
Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year.
Success to every gentleman that lives in Lincolnshire
(Alt. Bad luck to every magistrate)
Success to every poacher that wants to sell a hare
Bad luck to every gamekeeper that will not sell his deer
Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year.

keep them coming

There was one about the area I originally came from, Finchley, in North London, but I cannot remember who sang it. It was during the early sixties.

Finchley Central is two and sixpence from Golders Green on the Northern Line.......

That is all I know.

Val

FINCHLEY CENTRAL
(Alan Klein / Geoff Stephens)

The New Vaudeville Band - 1966


Finchley Central is two and sixpence
From Golders Green on the Northern Line
And on the platform, by the kiosk
That's where you said you'd be mine

There we made a date
For hours I waited
But I'm blowed, you never showed

At Finchley Central, ten long stations
From Golders Green, change at Camden Town
I thought I'd made you, but I'm afraid you
Really let me down

Thank you for that Keith and for the pm.

Val

Sorry, had to google because I didn't know any!! Apparently it is a folk song!

Our sheepshearing done, to our master we come,
Who enjoins us to sport as we please;
Then beside plough and flail o'er our fleece and our pail
We will boast of our fine wool and cheese.


(Chorus)
Our sweet shepherdess then will we chorus amain,
And rejoice in our dairymaid's praise,
Our dairymaid's praise, dairymaid's praise;
Our sweet pretty dairymaid's praise.


Should your wishes incline to beer, cider or wine,
As you sit with your pipe at your ease,
Their true flavour to find always keep this in mind,
Clear your taste with a bit of old cheese.

Like Gloucester Noke, we'll sing and we'll joke,
And be merry whenever we please,
Drink the fleece and the pail, the plough and the flail,
O'er a relish of best making cheese.

Join hands then, unite with joy and delight,
This happy occasion we'll seize,
And with am'rous desire we will drik "May our Squire
Live long, and enjoy his own cheese!"

no probs Val

And we tell them all that we know ( ) in Sussex By The Sea.
play football

Just a phrase from a song that I can hear in my head.
We'll hitch old Dobbin to the shay, and through fields of clover we'll go down to Dover on our Golden wedding day.

Nudge for Lesley

Doin' the Lambeth walk - oy!

Or should it be Lamberf?

LOL

Jill

Not very old - but some of you may know it:

Winchester cathedral
You're bringin' me down
You stood there and watched as
My baby left town

You could've done something
But you didn't try
You didn't do nothing
You let her walk by

Now everyone knows just how much I need her, that girl (are you that girl)
She wouldn't have gone far away if only you'd started ringing your bell

Winchester cathedral
You're bringin' me down
You stood there and watched as
My baby left town