text: Come all ye fair and tender ladies
  Take warning how you court your men
  Theyre like the stars on a summers mornin
  First theyll appear and then theyre gone
  If I had known before I courted
  What all his lyin would have done
  Id 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
  Id fly away to my own true lover
  And all hed ask I would deny
  Alas Im 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
  Theyre like the stars on a summers mornin
  First theyll appear and then theyre gone