| There is a tavern in the town,
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| That’s where my true love sits her down,
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| And drinks her wine 'mid laughter free,
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| And never, never thinks of me.
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| Chorus:
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| Adieu, adieu, kind friends adieu,
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| We can no longer stay with you,
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| We must hang our harps on a weeping willow tree,
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| And may the world go well with thee.
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| Fare thee well, for we must leave you,
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| Do not let our parting grieve you,
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| For remember that the best of friends
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| Must part, part, part
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| So until amother meeting
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| When we’ll wave a friendly greeting
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| We will keep your memory in our hearts.
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| --- Instrumental
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| Oh, dig my grave both wide and deep
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| With tombstones at my head and feet
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| And above my head you can carve a turtle dove
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| To signify I died of love.
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| Chorus:
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| Adieu, adieu, kind friends adieu,
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| We can no longer stay with you,
|
| We must hang our harps on a weeping willow tree,
|
| And may the world go well with thee.
|
| Fare thee well, for we must leave you,
|
| Do not let our parting grieve you,
|
| For remember that the best of friends
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| Must part, part, part
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| So until amother meeting
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| When we’ll wave a friendly greeting
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| We will keep your memory in our hearts.
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| --- Instrumental to fade --- |