DThere is a tavern in the town, in the town
And there my true love sits him A7down, sits him down,
And Ddrinks his wine as Gmerry as can be,
And A7never, never thinks of Dme.
Fare thee A7well, for I must leave thee,
Do not Dlet this parting grieve thee,
And reA7member that the best of friends
Must Dpart, Gmust Dpart.
ADdieu, adieu kind friends, adieu, adieu, adieu
I can no longer stay with A7you, stay with you,
I'll Dhang my harp on the Gweeping willow tree,
And A7may the world go well with Dthee.
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.