Come all ye fair and tender ladies,

Take warning how you court your men.

They're like the stars on a summer's mornin'

First they'll appear and then they're gone.



If i had known before i courted

What all his lyin' would have done

I'd have locked my heart in a box of golden

And never would have courted none.



I wish i were a tiny sparrow

And i had wings and i could fly.

I'd fly away to my own true lover

And all he'd ask i would deny.



Alas i'm not a tiny sparrow

I have not wings nor can i fly

And on this earth in grief and sorrow

I am bound until i die.



Come all ye fair and tender ladies

Take warning how you court your men.

They're like the stars on a summer's mornin'

First they'll appear and then they're gone.






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