Gracie Fields - 1942
Let him go, let him tarry, let him sink or let him swim
He doesn't care for me and I don't care for him
He can go and get another that I hope he will enjoy
For I'm going to marry a far nicer boy
Fare well to cold winter, summers come at last.
Nothing have I gained but my true love I have lost.
I'll sing and I'll be happy like the birds up in the trees.
Since he deceived me I care no more for he.
He wrote to me a letter saying he was very bad
I sent him back an answer saying I was awful glad
He wrote to me another saying he was well and strong
But I care no more about him than the ground he walks upon.
Some of his friends had a good kind wish for me,
Others of his friends, they could hang me from a tree
But soon I'll let them see my love, and soon I'll let them know
That I can get a new sweetheart on any ground I go.
He can go to his old mother now and set her mind at ease
For she's a mean old woman and very hard to please
It's slighting me and talking ill is what she's always done
Because I was courting her great big ugly son.
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