The Leaving of Hull
Farewell Wassand Arms, Rainers, Inkerman and Dairycoates
Yes I'm bound for the arctic waters, a place I know right well
I've signed on an Hull fishing trawler, "Saint Romanus" is her name
It's nicknamed the Yellow Submarine because it lay so low in the water
So fare thee well my own true love
If I return united we will be
It's not the leaving of Kingston town that's a-grievin' me
But me darling when I think of thee
I have sailed with skipper Wheeldon before, I think I know him quite well
The ship has plates like his baby daughter's dolls house, you're determined to get Hell in there
So fare thee well my own true love
If I return united we will be
It's not the leaving of Kingston town that's a-grievin' me
But me darling when I think of thee
Now I am bound for the Norwegian sea, where the cods swim in thousands
And I will write to thee a letter, love, when I am homeward bound
So fare thee well my own true love
If I return united we will be
It's not the leaving of Kingston town that's a-grievin' me
But me darling when I think of thee
Farewell to Hessle Road, Saint Andrews Dock and river Hull
I am bound away for to leave you and I'll never see you again
Autor(es): Prokop, Traditionnal
