Come All Ye Fair and Tender Maidens - Traditional

    Come all ye fair and tender maidens
    Take warning how you court your men
    They're like the stars on a summer morning
    First they appear and then they're gone

    Had I'd a knowed before I courted
    I never would've a-courted none
    I like my heart in a box of golden
    Sealed it with a silver pin

    I wish I was a little sparrow
    And I had wings and I could fly
    I'd fly away to my false lover
    And when he'd speak I would deny

    But I have not a little sparrow
    Nor have I wings nor can I fly
    But I 'II sit here to weep with sorrow
    And let my troubles pass me by


    Marco Giunco
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