Pub Sing
Our village is filled with many songs and many groups to sing them, but every day closes with these two fan favorites!
The Leaving of Liverpool
Farewell to Princes' 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 grieves me
But my darling when I think of thee
I have sailed with Burgess once before,
I think I know him well
If a man's a sailor he will get along,
if not then he's sure in hell
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 my darling when I think of thee
I've shipped on a Yankee clipper ship,
"Davy Crockett" is her name
And Burgess is the captain of her
and they say that she's a floating hell
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 my darling when I think of thee
Crossing the Bar
Sunset and evening star
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar
When I put out to sea
When I put out to sea
When I put out to sea
And may there be no moaning of the bar
When I put out to sea
But such a tide as moving seems asleep
Too full for sound and foam
That which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home
Turns again home
Turns again home
That which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home
Twilight and evening bell
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell
When I embark
When I embark
When I embark
And may there be no sadness of farewell
When I embark
For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar
When I have crost the bar
When I have crost the bar
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar