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There is a tavern in the town

Tekst: William H. Hill
Pagina in liedboeken:  
  1. There is a tavern in the town, in the town,
    And there my dear love sits him down, sits him down,
    And drinks his wine 'mid laughter free,
    And never, never thinks of me.

  2. 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.

  3. 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.

  4. 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:

  5. 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 carve a turtle dove
    To signify I died of love.

Meer informatie

    De oudst gekende tekst vermeld de voorlaatste regel als: "And on my breast carve a turtle dove"

    De voorlaatste strofe is een toevoeging van Rudy Vallée in zijn versie 'The Drunkard Song'.

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