Come All Fair Maids

Come, all ye fair and tender ladies
Take warnin' how you court young men
They're like the stars of
A summer's mornin'
They'll first appear, and then they're gone

If I'd a-known before I parted
I never would have courted none
I'd a-locked my heart in a box of golden
And fastened it off with a silver pin

I wish I were a little swallow
And I had wings, and I could fly
I'd fly away to my false-true lover
And when he'd speak I would deny

But I am not a littlе swallow
I have no wings, neither can I fly
So I'll sit down hеre to weep in sorrow
And try to pass my troubles by

Oh, don't you remember our days of courtin'
When you head lay upon my breast?
You could make me believe by
The fallin' of your arms
That the sun rose in the west

Come, all ye fair and tender ladies
Take warnin' how you court young men
They're like the stars of
A summer's mornin'
They'll first appear, and then they're gone