chorus: 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, stay with you
I'll hang my harp on a weeping willow tree
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, once so true to me
Takes that dark damsel on his knee
Oh, dig my grave both wide and deep, wide and deep
Put tombstones on my head and feet, head and feet
And on my breast carve a turtle dove
To signify I died of love
(herkomst: "Scottish Student Song Book")