| There is a tavern in the town, in the town,
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| And there my dear love sits him down, sits him down,
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| And drinks his wine 'mid laughter free,
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| And never, never thinks of me.
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| Fare thee well, for I must leave thee,
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| Do not let the parting grieve thee,
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| And remember that the best of friends must part, must part
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| Adieu, adieu, kind friends adieu, adieu, adieu,
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| I can no longer stay with you, stay with you,
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| I’ll hang my harp on a weeping willow tree,
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| And may the world go well with thee.
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| He left me for a damsel dark, damsel dark,
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| Each Friday night they used to spark, used to spark,
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| And now my love, once true to me,
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| Takes that dark damsel on his knee.
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| Fare thee well, for I must leave thee,
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| Do not let the parting grieve thee,
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| And remember that the best of friends must part, must part
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| Adieu, adieu, kind friends adieu, adieu, adieu,
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| I can no longer stay with you, stay with you,
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| I’ll hang my harp on a weeping willow tree,
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| And may the world go well with thee.
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| Oh! |
| dig my grave both wide and deep, wide and deep,
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| Put tombstones at my head and feet, head and feet,
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| And on my breast carve a turtle dove
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| To signify I died of love.
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| Fare thee well, for I must leave thee,
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| Do not let the parting grieve thee,
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| And remember that the best of friends must part, must part
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| Adieu, adieu, kind friends adieu, adieu, adieu,
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| I can no longer stay with you, stay with you,
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| I’ll hang my harp on a weeping willow tree,
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| And may the world go well with thee. |