| Lyrics: | 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.
@courtship @death @infidelity
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