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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