Fare thee well cold winter and fare thee well cold frost. Nothing have I gained but my own true love I've lost I'll drink and I'll be merry when fortune I do see And I'll rest when I'm weary—let her go, farewell she.
Last night I saw my true love all down in yonder grove. She gave to me a smile; a blush came from my love. She thought I should have spoken to her as I passed by But before I'll humble to my love, I'll lay me down and die
Take half-a-pound of reason and a quarter-pound of sense, One small sprig of thyme and a little of prudence. And put them all together and you will plainly see She's a false untrue lover—let her go, farewell she.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
