| Come all ye fair and tender maidens
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| Take warning how you court young men
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| They’re like a star of a summer’s morning
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| First they appear and then they’re gone.
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| They’ll tell to you some loving story
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| They’ll swear to you their love is true
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| Straightway they’ll go and court another
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| And that’s the love that they had for you.
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| If I’d a known before I courted
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| That love it was such a killin’thing
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| I’d lock my heart in a box of golden
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| And fastened it up with a silver chain.
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| O do you remember our days of courtin'
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| When your head lay upon my breast
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| You could make me believe with the falling of your eyes
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| That the sun rose in the west.
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| I wish I was a little sparrow
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| And I had wings and I could fly
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| I’d fly away to my own true lover
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| And when he speaks I won’t deny.
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| But I am not no little sparrow
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| I have no wings neither can I fly
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| I’ll sit right down in my grief and sorrow
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| And let my troubles pass me by.
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| Come all ye fair and tender maidens
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| Take warning how you court young men
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| They’re like a star of a summer’s morning
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| First they appear and then they’re gone. |