Come all ye fair and tender ladies, Take warning how you court young men, They're like the stars on a summer's morning, First they appear and then they're gone. If I'd a known before I courted, I never would have courted none, I'd a locked my heart in a box of golden, And fastened it up with a silver pin. I wish I were a little sparrow, And I had wings and I could fly, I'd fly away to my own false lover, And when he's talking I'd draw nigh, But I am not a little sparrow, I have no wings, nor can I fly, I'll sit right here, and weep in sorrow, And try to pa** my troubles by.