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of the good old days

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There is a tavern in the town

 

 

 

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

Fare thee well, for I must leave thee

Do not let this parting grieve thee

And remember that 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

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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

Fare thee well, for I must leave thee

Do not let this parting grieve thee

And remember that 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

 

 

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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

Fare thee well, for I must leave thee

Do not let this parting grieve thee

And remember that 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

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