Tiny Sparrow

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' could 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