| Come all you fair and tender ladies
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| Take warning how you court young men
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| For they’re like a star on a cloudy morning
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| First they’ll appear and then they’re gone
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| They’ll tell to you some loving stories
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| And they’ll swear to you that their love is true
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| Straight away they’ll go and they’ll court some other
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| And that’s the love they have for you
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| Don’t you remember our days of courting?
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| You told me then that you loved me best
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| You could make me believe with the falling of your arm
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| That the sun rose in the west
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| If I had known before I courted
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| I never would have courted none
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| I’d have locked my heart in a box of golden
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| Fastened down with a silver pin
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| So come all you fair and tender ladies
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| Take warning how you court young men
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| They’re like a star on a cloudy morning
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| First they’ll appear and then they’re gone |