Come all you fair and tender ladies
Take warning how you court your man
They're like the stars of a Summer's morning
They'll first appear and then they're gone
If I had known before I courted
I would have courted none
I'd locked my heart in a box of golden
And fastened it up with a silver pain
I wish I were a little swallow
And I had wings and I could fly
I'd fly away to my false true lover
And when he would speak I would deny
But I am not a little swallow
I ain't got no wings, neither cannot fly
So I'll sit down and draw my sorrow
And try to pass my troubles by
Oh, don't you rеmember our days of courting
When your hеad lay upon my breast?
You could believe by the falling of your arms
That the sun rose in the west
Come all you fair and tender ladies
Take warning how you court your man
They're like the stars of a Summer's morning
They'll first appear and then they're gone
Come all you fair and tender ladies
Take warning how you court your man
They're like the stars of a Summer's morning
They'll first appear
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