Come all you fair and tender ladies
Take warning how you court your men
They're like the stars on a summer morning
They'll first appear and then they're gone
They'll tell to you some loving story
And then pretend they love you well
Then away they'll go to court some other
And leave you here in grief to dwell
If I had known before I courted
I never would have courted none
I had locked my heart in a box so golden
Never showed it to no one
I wish I was a little sparrow
And I had wings, and I could fly
I'd fly straight away to my false true lover
And all he asks, I will deny
But I am not some little sparrow
I have no wings, nor can I fly
So I'll sit me down in grief and sorrow
I'll try to pass my troubles by
Come all you fair and tender ladies
Take warning how you court your men
They're like the stars on a summer morning
They'll first appear and then they're gone
