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