A Tavern In The Town

Pagina 504 • Engelstalige liederen

Amerikaans volkswijsje

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 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, adieu, 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.

He left me for a damsel dark, damsel dark

Each Friday night they used to spark, used to spark

And now my love, once true to me

Takes that dark damsel on his knee.

O, dig my grave both wide and deep, wide and deep

Put tombstones on my head and feet, head and feet

And on my breast carve a turtle dove

To signify I died of love.