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There is a tavern in the town, in the town,
Where my true love sits him down, sits him down,
And drinks his wine mid laughter free,
And never, never thinks of me.
Chorus
Fare thee well for I must leave thee,
Do not let the parting grieve thee,
But remember that the best of friends
must part, must part.
Adieu! Kind friends,
adieu, adieu, adieu, 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 thee,
Takes his dark damsel on his knee.
(Chorus)
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 for love.
(Chorus)