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Come all ye fair and tender ladies

 Take a 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

And away they'll go to court some other

And leave you here in grief and dwell

If i had known before I courted

I never would have courted now

I'd lock my heart in a box of golden

And never show it to no one

I wish I was a little sparrow

And I had wings and i could fly

I'd fly straight way to my false true lover

All he'd ask i would 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

And try to pass my troubles by