Farewell

Farewell to Newport Town
Farewell, Rhode Island Sound
Just a maiden of sixteen – what do I know?
I love your ocean spray, your dark waves of green and grey
Upon the rocks they break, pounding in my soul

Bound for a marriage my father made, to a man who is twice my age
He has a fine estate, or so I'm told

Yankee clippers on the bay, they've come to take my heart away
Far down to Charleston Town on Carolina's coast
Old rag-a-muffin man made by my mother's hands
This and some odds and ends are all that I own

Bound for a marriage my father made, to a man who is twice my age
He has a fine estate, or so I'm told

Far from the sea he lives
In the western wilderness, where the Alabama sun will burn me brown

Bound for a marriage my father made, to a man who is twice my age
He has a fine estate, or so I'm told