Come all ye fair and tender ladies Take warning how you court young men They're like a bright star on a cloudy morning They will first appear and then they're gone They'll tell to you some loving story To make you think that they love you true Straightway they'll go and court some other Oh that's the love that they have for you Do you remember our days of courting When your head lay upon my breast You could make me believe with the falling of your arm That the sun rose in the West I wish I were some little sparrow And I had wings and I could fly I would fly away to my false true lover And while he'll talk I would sit and cry But I am not some little sparrow I have no wings nor can I fly So I'll sit down here in grief and sorrow And try to pass my troubles by I wish I had known before I courted That love had been so hard to gain I'd of locked my heart in a box of golden And fastened it down with a silver chain Young men never cast your eye on beauty For beauty is a thing that will decay For the prettiest flowers that grow in the garden How soon they'll wither, will wither and fade away