Come all ye fair and tender ladies, Take warning how you court your men. They're like the stars on a summer's mornin' First they'll appear and then they're gone. If i had known before i courted What all his lyin' would have done I'd have locked my heart in a box of golden And never would have courted none. I wish i were a tiny sparrow And i had wings and i could fly. I'd fly away to my own true lover And all he'd ask i would deny. Alas i'm not a tiny sparrow I have not wings nor can i fly And on this earth in grief and sorrow I am bound until i die. Come all ye fair and tender ladies Take warning how you court your men. They're like the stars on a summer's mornin' First they'll appear and then they're gone.