Jean Redpath has an interesting recording of this song on her Folk-Legacy album, Frae My Ain Countrie, FSS-49 (1973)

FAREWELL HE
Again, it was Archie Fisher who introduced me to this delightful piece of refined nose-thumbing. The Dorset Book of Folksongs names Mrs. Russell of Upwey as the source singer. In this country there is a Missouri representative with rather more familiar words:

If he's gone, let him go,
Let him sink or let him swim.
As he does not care for me,
Why should I care for him?
I hope he may have good fortune,
And myself but better grace,
For I can get another,
Far better, in his place.
(Randolph's Ozark Folksongs)

The early feminist's answer to the legions of "died-for-love" maidens!

FAREWELLL HE

Fare thee well cold winter,
And fare thee well cold frost.
There is nothing I have gained,
But a lover I have lost.
I will sing and I'll be merry
When fortune I do see;
And I'll rest me when I'm weary
Let him go then - farewell 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 then - farewell 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 think you'll plainly see
He's no lad for windy weather -
Let him go then - farewell he.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UUzlUvfXj3M