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 I do 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