Gloranthan songs: Farewell she

Taken directly from the traditional folk song: no changes needed. No particular Gloranthan links, just a lovely tune. On the other hand... it couldn't be about marriage to Inora, could it? And what strange powers do those herbs have?

Take half a pound of reason, a quarter pound of sense,
A small sprig of thyme and so much of prudence;
Put then all together, love, and you will plainly see,
She's a false deluding lover, let her go, farewell she.

Now 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 sing and I'll be merry if occasion I do see,
I'll rest when I am weary, let her go, farewell she.

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

Take half a pound of reason and a quarter pound of sense,
A small sprig of thyme and so much of prudence;
Put then all together, love, and you will plainly see,
She's a false deluding lover, let her go, farewell she.