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.