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' would 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...
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