There is a tavern in the town, in the town. And there my truelove sits him down, sits him down - And drinks his wine 'mid laughter free, and never, never thinks of me.

Fare the well for I must leave thee, Do not let the parting grieve thee, And remember that the best of friends must part, must part.

Adieu, adieu, kind friends, adieu, friends 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.