Come all ye fair and tender ladies,
Take warning how you court young men.
They're like a star on a cloudy morning;
First they'll appear and then they're gone.
They'll tell to you some lovin' story
They'll swear to you that their love is true,
But straightway they'll go and they'll court some other
That's the love they have for you.
I wish I was a little sparrow,
That I had wings and I could fly
I'd fly away from this grief and sorrow
And try to pass my troubles by
Come all ye fair and tender ladies,
Take warning how you court young men.
They're like a star on a cloudy morning;
First they'll appear and then they're gone.