HAM/05/32/13	Farewell He
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HAM-05-040.gif	Purslow's transcription - tune
HAM-05-041.gif	Purslow's transcription - words

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[on page printed with, in top right corner:] 55
[left of title:] No 643
[title:] 'Farewell he'
[right of title:] Mrs. Russell of Upwey
[below tune:] Words D VII. p 64.
[below that:] Now, fare thee well cold winter, O fare thee well cold frost

HAM-01-683.gif	Hammond's field notes - words
[on a page marked, top right:] 64
[above title:] Tune (poor) 643
[title:] Farewell, he
[right of title:] D.781 Mrs. Russell.

Now Fare thee well cold winter, and fare thee well, cold frost
Nothing have I gainèd, but my own true love I've lost
I'll sing & I'll be merry, if occasion I do see
I'll rest, when I am weary, let him go, farewell he!

Last night I met my true love in the yonder shady grove
He met me with a smile, he gave to me a blush
He thought I should have spoke to him, as I did pass him by
But before I'll humble to him to mylove, I'll lie down and die

Take 1/2 a lb of reason & 1/4 lb of sense
Small sprig of thyme & so much of prudence
Put it all together, love, & then you'll plainly see
He's a false deluding lover, let him go, farewell he!
 
HAM-05-040.gif	Purslow's transcription - tune
[left of title:] 643.
[title:] Farewell, He!
[right of title:] Mrs. Russell, Upwey
[on right, below tune, initialled:] FEP
 
HAM-05-041.gif	Purslow's transcription - words
FARWELL HE!
[in hand:] D780
Note-book D.VII. P.64.	Mrs. Marina Russell,
				Upwey, Dorset.
				Jan/Feb. 1907.

Now, fare thee well cold Wlnter and fare thee well cold frost,
Nothing have I gained, but my own true love I've lost,
I'll sing and I'll be merry, if occasion I do see,
I'll rest when I am weary, let him go, farewell he!

Last night I met my true love in the yonder shady grove,
He met me with a smile, he gave to me a blush,
He thought I should have spoke to him as I did pass him by,
But before I'll humble to my love, I'll lie down and die.

Take half a pound of reason and a quarter pound of sense,
Small sprig of thyme and so much of prudence,
Put it all together, love, and then you'll plainly see,
He's a false deludlng lover, let him go, farewell he!

[This material prepared by P J Headford, Oct 2010]