Another Bodleian version .... closer to what the Watersons sang....

Fare Thee Well Cold Winter

Fare thee well cold winter, fare thee well cold frost
Nothing have I gained but a false young man I've lost
If he has got another and with him can agree
He's welcome to go with her and shun my company
        He's welcome etc.

The last time that I met him was in a shady road
He looked at me and smiled then handed me a rose
He thought that I wouls speak to him just as he passed me by
But rather than I'd humble I would lay me down and die
        But rather etc.

He wrote to me a letter to say that he was sad
I wrote to him another to say that I was glad
That he could keep his papers and I would spend my time
For I care no more for his cold heart than he could care for mine
        For I care etc.

And when the room he entered with a bride upon his arm
I stood and gazed upon him as if to be a charm
And when he smiled upon her as he used to smile on me
And when his tounge will flatter he will find no change in me
        And when his etc.

[Fare] thee well cold winter ("Oh, fare thee well cold winter ...")
Johnson Ballads 2487
Printer: [s.n.] ([s.l.])
Date: [s.a.]