There is a tavern in the town (Родин Александр)

Traditional 19th century folk song.

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 can be
And never never thinks of me

Fare thee well for I must leave thee
Do not let this parting grieve thee
And remember that the best of friends
Must part must part
Adieu adieu kind friends 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

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 can be
And never never thinks of me

Fare thee well for I must leave thee
Do not let this parting grieve thee
And remember that the best of friends
Must part must part
Adieu adieu kind friends 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

And now I see him nevermore nevermore
He never knocks upon my door on my door
Oh woe is me he pinned a little note
And these were all the words he wrote

Fare thee well for I must leave thee
Do not let this parting grieve thee
And remember that the best of friends
Must part must part
Adieu adieu kind friends 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

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