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 laughter free,
And never, never thinks of me.

(chorus)
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.
Adieu, adieu, kind friends adieu,
Adieu, 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.