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