Come all ye fair and tender ladies

Take warning how you court your men

They're like the stars on a summer's morning

First they'll appear and then they're gone

If I had known before I courted

What all his lying 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 morning

First they'll appear and then they're gone