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There is a tavern in the town
- There's a tavern in the town. (in the town)
And there my true love sits him down. (sits him down)
And drinks his wine as merry as can be.
And never, never thinks of me.
Fare thee well for I must leave thee.
Do not let this parting grieve thee
and remember that the best of friends
must part. (must part)
Adieu, adieu, kind friends, 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.
Each Friday night they used to spark
and now my love, who once was true to me,
takes this dark damsel on his knee.
- And now I see him never more.
He never knocks upon my door.
Oh, woe to me, he pinned a little note
and these were all the words he wrote:
- Oh, dig my grave both wide and deep.
Put tomb stones at my head and feet
and on my breast you may carve a turtle dove
to signify I died for love.
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Historische context
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'.