Come all ye fair and tender ladies ,
Take warning how you court your men .
Theyre like the stars on a summers morning
First theyll appear and then theyre gone .

If I had known before I courted
What all his lying could have done
Id 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 .
Id fly away to my own true lover
And all hed ask I would deny .

Alas Im 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 .
Theyre like the stars on a summers morning
First theyll appear and then theyre gone .
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