Fare thee well for I must leave thee
Do not let the parting grieve me
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
l'll hang my harp on a 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 mid laughter free
And never never thinks of me

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

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