Come all ye fair and tender ladies.
Be careful how you court young men, men.
They're like the stars on a summer morning.
First they'll appear and then they're gone.
If I'd a know'd before I courted
I never would have courted none, none.
I'd wrap my heart in a box of golden
And fasten her up with a silver pin.
Do you remember when first we courted
And your head lay on my breast.
You could make me believe with the falling of your eye
That the sun rose in the West.
I wish I were a little swallow
That I had wings and I could fly, fly.
I'd ny away to my false true lover
And what he said now I would deny.
But I am not no little sparrow.
I have no wings, neither can I fly.
So I'll sit alone in my grief and sorrow
And try to pass these tears aby.
Come all ye fair and tender ladies.
Be careful how you court young men, men.
They're like the stars on a summer morning.
First they'll appear and then they're gone.

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