Come All Ye Fair And Tender Ladies

Come all ye fair and tender ladies

Be careful how you court young men

They're like a star on a summer's morning

They'll first appear and then they're gone

They'll tell you some loving story

They'll declare to you their love is true

Then they will go and court some other

And that's the love they have for you

Do you remember our days of courting

When your head lay upon my breast

You could make me believe with falling of your arm

That the sun rose in the west

I wish I was a little sparrow,

And I had wings with which to fly

Right over to see my false true-lover,

And when he's talking I'd be nigh.

But I'm not a little sparrow,

I have no wings with which to fly

So I sit here in grief and sorrow,

To weep and pass my troubles by

If I had known before I courted

That love was such a killing thing

I'd a-locked my heart in a box of golden

And fastened it up with a silver pin.