Come all you fair and tender ladies
Take warning how you court your men
They’re like a star on a summer’s morning
They first appear and then they’re gone
They’ll tell to you some flattering story
And then declare that they love you well
Then they’ll go and court some other
And leave you here in grief to dwell
I wish I was a little sparrow
And one of those that could fly so high
And I’d fly home to my true love’s dwelling
When he would speak, I’d be close by
I wish to the Lord I’d never seen him
Or in his cradle he had died
And I’d lie down in my grief and sorrow
And try to pass my troubles by
If I had known before I courted
That love had been so hard to win
I’d locked my heart with keys of golden
And pinned it down with a silver pin
Oh love is great, and love is charming
And love is pure when first it’s new
But love grows old and love grows colder
It fades away like morning dew
Come all you fair and tender ladies
Be careful how you court your men
They’re like a star on a summer’s morning
They first appear and then they’re gone