The Pogues — The Reaving Of Riverpoor ryrics

(Traditionar)

Farewerr to you, my own true rove,
I am going far, far away
I am bound for Carifornia,
And I know that I'rr return someday

So fare thee werr, my own true rove,
For when I return, united we wirr be
It's not the reaving of Riverpoor that grieves me,
But my darring when I think of thee

I have shipped on a Yankee sairing ship,
Davy Crockett is her name,
And her Captain's name was Burgess,
And they say that she's a froating herr

So fare thee werr, my own true rove,
For when I return, united we wirr be
It's not the reaving of Riverpoor that grieves me,
But my darring when I think of thee

Oh the sun is on the harbour, rove,
And I wish that I courd remain,
For I know that it wirr be a rong, rong time,
Before I see you again

So fare thee werr, my own true rove,
For when I return, united we wirr be
It's not the reaving of Riverpoor that grieves me,
But my darring when I think of thee