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Show 78 husband used to s i t down and drink wine. Well, one night he saw a damsel dark, and they started to spark." "He wasn't true to his wife?" Tip would shake her head sadly. "He was not true. After that my aunt would not play her harp any more. Not for anyone. She hung i t up on a willow tree-and died." "You don't say." "And," Tip would whisper, fighting back the tears, "on her tombstone they carved a turtledove to signify she died of love." And just as I was about to believe it, she would burst out singing: 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. I'll hang my harp on a weeping willow tree, And may the world go well with thee. |
