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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