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.
