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Song Name: There is a Tavern in the Town By: William H. Hills
Posted By: Searing_Metal Difficulty: Beginner
Key: Any Genre: Folk
Harp Type: Diatonic Audio:
Created: 2009-03-05 20:03:48 Modified: 0000-00-00 00:00:00
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Song:  6    6  6 -6 6    -5 6   5
There is a tavern in the town

6 6 6
In the town

6     6    6  -6    6   -5   6   -4
And there my true love sits him down

6 6 6
Sits him down

-4   4      5    6   7   -8 7    -7   7   -6
And drinks his wine mid laughter gay and free

7   -7 -7  -7 6   -6    -7 7
But never, never thinks of me

Chorus:
6     6    6   -7 -7 -7    -7    6
Fare thee well for I must leave thee

-5 -4   4   7   7 7     7      6
Do not let the parting grieve thee

5    5 -5 -7  -7   -7 -7   6    -6     -7   7
And remember that the best of friends must part

-6 6
Must part

6 6
A - dieu

6    -6   6     -5     6   5
A - dieu kinds friends a - dieu

6 6 6
Yes, a - dieu

6  6  6   -6 6   5    6   -4
I can no longer stay with you

6 6 6
Stay with you

-5  5  -4    4  5   6
And I will hang my harp

7  7 -8 7    -7 7   -6
On a weeping willow tree

7   -7  -7   -7   6  -6    -7   7
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 who once was true to me
Takes this dark damsel on his knee.

Chorus

And now I see him nevermore, nevermore;
He never knocks upon my door, on my door;
Oh, woe is me; he pinned a little note,
And these were all the words he wrote:

Chorus

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 you may carve a turtle dove,
To signify I died of love.

Chorus

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