There is a tavern in the town, in the town, And there my true love sits him down, sits him down, And drinks his wine as merry as can be, And never, never thinks of me.
There is a tavern in the town, in the town, And there my true love sits him down, sits him down, And drinks his wine as merry as can be, And never, never thinks of me.
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.
中士的眼睛从女探员身上移到到老朋友身上,看见美国队长低着头一语不发。
“你的精锐部队这是在筹备行动吗?”她问。
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,
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.