There Is A Tavern In The Town
(Traditional)



There is a Tavern in the Town

There is a tavern in the town, in the town
And there my true love sits him down, sits him down
And drinks his wine as merry as can be
And never, never thinks of me

Fare thee well, for I must leave thee
Do not let this parting grieve thee
And remember that the best of friends
Must part, must part

Adieu, adieu kind friends, yes, adieu
I can no longer stay with you, stay with you
I'll hang my harp on the weeping willow tree
And may the world go well with thee

He left me for a damsel dark, damsel dark
Each Friday night they used to spark
Used to spark
And now my love who once was true to me
Takes this dark damsel on his knee

And now I see him nevermore, nevermore
He never knocks upon my door, on my door
Oh, woe is me; he pinned a little note
And these were all the words he wrote

Oh, dig my grave both wide and deep, wide and deep
Put tombstones at my head and feet, head and feet
And on my breast you may carve a turtle dove
To signify I died of love