Come All Ye Fair And Tender Ladies

Come all ye fair and tender ladies.
 Be careful how you court young men.
 They're like a star on a summer's morning.
 They'll first appear and then they're gone.
 They'll tell you some loving story
 They'll declare to you their love is true
 Then they will go and court some other
 And that's the love they have for you
 Do you remember our days of courting
 When your head lay upon my breast
 You could make me believe with falling of your arm
 That the sun rose in the West
 I wish I was a little sparrow,
 And I had wings with which to fly
 Right over to see my false true-lover,
 And when he's talking I'd be nigh.
 But I'm not a little sparrow,
 I have no wings with which to fly
 So I sit here in grief and sorrow,
 To weep and pass my troubles by.
 If I had known before I courted
 that love was such a killing thing
 I'd a-locked my heart in a box of golden
 and fastened it up with a silver pin.