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THE BARTENDER'S GUIDE AND SONG BOOK
THE TAVERN IN THE TOWN
As near as we can recall them, these words are from a
famous old college song, sung by our grandfathers in the
snappy seventies and elegant eighties. Can't you see them
-stein in hand-waving it to and fro to k:eep time? We
can't vouch for the authenticity of the words, but the
sentiment is there (and what this book: needs is senti–
ment).
Tl: ere is a tavern iri the towri, in the town,
And there my dear lot
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e sits him down,
And drinks his wine with laughter free ,
And never, ever_ Jhinks of me.
Chorus:
Fair thee well, for I must leave th ee,
Do
not let this parting griefJe thee,
And remember that the best of friends
1Vlust part, must part.
Adieu, adieu, kind friend, adieu, adieu, adieu,
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longer stay with you,
I'll ha1tg my harp on a w eepi11f! willow tree,
A nd may the world go w ell with thee .
H e left me for a damsel, dark, damsel dark,
Each Friday 11if!hf they used to spark, fo spark,
And now my love, 011 ce tru e t o me,
Takes that dark damsel on his knee.
Oh, dig my grave both wide and deep, wide and dee;,
Put tomb;tones at my head and feet, head and feet,
A nd on my breast carve a turtle d()ve,
Tl) signify that I died of love.
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