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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