Come all ye fair and tender ladies
Be careful how you court young men, men
They're like the stars on a summer morning
First they'll appear and then they're gone

If I'd a know'd before I courted
I never would have courted none, none
I'd wrap my heart in a box of golden
And fasten her up with a silver pin

Do you remember when first we courted
And your head lay on my breast
You could makе me believе with the falling of your eye
That the sun rose in the West

I wish I were a little swallow
That I had wings and I could fly, fly
I'd fly away to my false true lover
And what he said now I would deny

But I am not no little sparrow
I have no wings, neither can I fly
So I'll sit alone in my grief and sorrow
And try to pass these tears by

Come all ye fair and tender ladies
Be careful how you court young men, men
They're like the stars on a summer morning
First they'll appear and then they're gone