Genre: folk
Author/Performer: William H. Hills
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 mid laughter gay and free
But never, never thinks of me
Fare thee well for I must leave thee
Do not let the parting grieve thee
And remember that the best of friends must part
Must part
A - dieu
A - dieu kinds friends a - dieu
Yes, a - dieu
I can no longer stay with you
Stay with you
And I will hang my harp
On a 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.
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, adieu
I can no longer stay with you
I'll hang my harp on a weeping willow tree
And may the world go well with thee
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:
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, adieu
I can no longer stay with you
I'll hang my harp on a weeping willow tree
And may the world go well with thee
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.
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, adieu
I can no longer stay with you
I'll hang my harp on a weeping willow tree
And may the world go well with thee.