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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 the parting grieve thee
And remember that the best of friends must part, must part
A-dieu, kind friends, a-dieu, a-dieu, a-dieu, a-dieu
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