There Is a Traven in the Town - Rudy Vallee

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

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.

He left me for a damsel dark, damsel dark,

Each Friday night they used to spark, used to spark,

And now my love, once true to me,

Takes that dark damsel on his knee.

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.

Oh!

dig my grave both wide and deep, wide and deep,

Put tombstones at my head and feet, head and feet,

And on my breast carve a turtle dove

To signify I died of love.

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.