Good-bye, John - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
GOOD-BYE, JOHN. 
'Twas on a Friday morning I bid New York City good-bye! The wind it blowed great guns, my boys, and the waters ran sky-high; As I waved my bandana to my Nancy on the shore, She sobbed and sighed, and wept and cried, when I sailed for Singapore. 
Chorus. Good-bye, John, now don't stop long, But come back soon to your own Chickabiddy; For my heart beats so, when the winds do blow, That takes away my sailor. 
Sweet Nancy was a lass, my boys, of fifteen stone full weight; Her face-it was a face, my boys, like a good-sized dinner, plate; She kept a sweet-stuff shop, my boys, 'twould your eyes do good to see, Sold lollypops and Tom Thumb drops, but naught so sweet as she. Good-bye, John, &c 
When I sailed for foreign parts, I'd bring back presents to my love, Such Injun hats and Turkish mats, or a Chinese turtle-dove; Sweet Nance would write me billet-doos which took away my breath, And said as how she "loved her John with blind regards till death." So loving John, &c. 
One night I had a dream, my boys, that Nance appeared to me. She looked like a mermaid, boys, that floats about the sea, She wagged her tail at me, my boys, and then sh¯ shook her head. Then seemed to speak in fishy tones, and this is what she said: Good-bye, John, &c. 
Our gallant craft reached home, my boys; next day, to come on board. My Nance put off in a boat to meet her John whom she adored; When, messmates-hard the tale to tell-she swerved ! the boat capsized Down, down to the bottom went sweet Nance, the girl I dearly prized. Good-bye, John, &c.