Come All Ye Fair And Tender Ladies

Take warning how you court your men
 They're like a star on a summer morning
 They first appear and then they're gone
 If I'd known before I courted
 I never would've courted none
 I'd a lock my heart in a box of golden
 And fastened it up with silver pin
 I wish I were some little sparrow
 And I had wings and I could fly
 I'd fly away to my false true lover
 And when he'd speak, I would deny
 But I am not some little swallow
 I have no wings, neither can I fly
 So I will sit down here to weep in sorrow
 And try to pass my troubles by
 Oh don't you remember our days of courting
 When your head lay upon my breast
 You could make me believe by the falling of your arm
 That the sun rose in the west
 Take warning how you court your men
 They're like a star on a summer morning
 They first appear and then they're gone