Fair thee well for I must leave thee, do not let my parting grieve thee,
but 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 hat on a weeping willow tree,
And may the world go well with thee, well with thee!
Heading out to the tune of “There is a Tavern in the Town.” I’m assuming there will be one? Soon to be reporting from the heart of history. I expect to be blown away – much the same as what it sounds like will be happening here today.
Toodles.