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Come all you fair and tender ladies, Take warning how you court young men, They're like a star, on a cloudy morning, First they'll appear and then they're gone, They'll tell to you, some loving story, They'll swear to you, that their love is true, Straight away they'll go and they'll court some other, That's the love they have for you, Oh don't you remember our days of courting, You told me then that you loved me best, You could make me believe by the fall of your eyes, That the sun rose in the west. I wish I was some little sparrow, And I had wings and I could fly, Oh I'd fly right there, To my false true lover, And while he's talking, I'd beguile, But I am not some little sparrow, And I've no wings, and I can't fly So, I'll stay right here In my grief and sorrow And let my troubles pass me by. |
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