(StookeyMezzettiOkun)

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.