There is a tavern in the town, in the town And there my true love sits him down, sits him down And he drinks his wine ‘mid laughter free And never, never thinks of me, thinks of me Fare thee well for I must leave you Do not let this parting grieve you But remember that the best of friends must part Adieu, adieu, kind friends, 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, well with thee He left me for a damsel dark, damsel dark Each Friday night we used to spark, used to spark And now my love once true to me Takes that dark damsel on his knee, on his knee 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 carve a turtle-dove To signify that I died of love, of love