THERE IS A TAVERN IN THE TOWN
__________________________________ 1883
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
AMID THE LAUGHTER FREE,
AND 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.
ADIEU, ADIEU, KIND FRIENDS,
ADIEU, YES ADIEU.
I CAN NO LONGER STAY WITH YOU,
STAY WITH YOU.
I’LL HANG MY HARP
ON A WEEPING WILLOW TREE,
AND MAY THE WORLD
GO WELL WITH THEE.
