THERE IS A TAVERN IN THE TOWN
Cornish Folk Song - 1883


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 'mid laugh-ter free
and nev-er never thinks of me.

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.
A-dieu a-dieu kind friends a-dieu(say a-dieu)
I can no long-er stay with you, (stay with you)
I'll hang my harp on a weep-ing wil-low tree
and may the world go well with thee.