There Is a Tavern in the Town, Show Me the Way to Go Home - Mitch Miller

There is 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 he can be, and never, never thinks of me.

Fare thee well, for I must leave thee, do not let this parting grieve thee

And re-member that the best friends must part, must part.

Adieu, adieu kind friends, adieu, yes adieu

I can no longer stay with you, stay with you

I’ll hang my harp on the weeping willow tree, and may the world go well with

thee

He left me for a damsel dark, damsel dark

Each Friday night they 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 re-member that the best friends must part, must part.

Adieu, afieu kind friends, adieu, yes adieu

Oh dig my grave both wide and deep.

Put tombstones at my 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 re-member that the best friends must part, must part.

Adieu, adieu kind friends, adieu, yes adieu.