Come all you fair and tender ladies Take warning how you court your men They're like some stars on a summer's morning They'll first appear and then they're gone
If I had known before I courted I never would have courted none I'd locked my heart in a chest of silver And fastened it with a golden chain
Do you remember our days of courting When you had layed upon my breast You could make me believe by the falling of your arm That the sun rose from the west
I wish I was a little swallow And I had wings and I could fly so high I'd fly to the arms of my false true lover And there I'd be content to die
But I am not a little swallow I have no wings and I can't fly I'll have to sit and sing in sorrow And try to pass my troubles by
Come all you fair and tender ladies Take warning how you court your men They're like a star on a summer morning They first appear and then they're gone