There's a Tavern in the Town

There's a tavern in the town, in the town,
And there my true love sits him down, sits him down.
He quaffs his wine with laughter and with glee,
And never, never thinks of me.

Fare thee well, for I must leave thee;
Do not let this parting grieve thee.
But remember that the best of friends must part, must part.
Adieu, adieu, kind friends, adieu—yes, adieu!
I may no longer stay with you, stay with you.
So 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 that man who wasn't true to me
Holds that fair damsel on his knee.

Fare thee well... (repeat chorus)