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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 another 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, |
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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 another 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 --- |
