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' could 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 warnin' how you court your men   They're like the stars on a summer's mornin'   First they'll appear and then they're gone