FAREWELL HE
It's fare thee well cold winter
And fare thee well cold frost
Nothing have I gained
But a lover I have lost
I'll sing and I'll be merry
When fortune do I see
And I'll rest me when I'm weary
Let him go and fare well he
Last night I saw my true love
All down in yonder grove
I gave to him a smile
Not a word came from my love
Well if he likes another
And together they agree
I can find another lover
Let him go and fare well he
Take half a pound of reason
Half an ounce of common sense
A sprig of thyme in season
A little sage prudence
Then mix them well together
And I'll think you'll plainly see
He's no lad for windy weather
Let him go and farewell he
@spice @love
from the singing of Jean Redpath
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