Come all ye fair and tender ladies Take warning how you court young men They’re like a star on a summer morning They first appear and then they’re gone 
They’ll tell to you some lovin’ story And make you think they love you well Then away they’ll go and court some other And leave you there in grief to dwell 
If I had known before I courted That love had been so hard to win I’d locked my heart with the keys of golden And pinned it down with a silver pin 
I wish I was a little sparrow And I had wings to fly so high I’d fly away to my false true lover And when he’d ask I would deny 
But I am not a little sparrow, I have no wings, neither can I fly So I’ll sit down to weep in sorrow, And try to pass my troubles on by 
Love is handsome, love is charming And love is pretty while it’s new But love grows cold as love grows older And fades away like morning dew 
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