1930 The Home 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 1 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, I cart 110 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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