1. Come all you fair and tender ladies, Be careful how you court young men, They're like a star in summer's morning, First appear and then they're gone. 2. They'll tell to you some loving story, They'll tell to you some far-flung lie, And then they'll go and court another, And for that other one pass you by. 3. If I'd a-knowed before I courted That love, it was a killin' crime, I'd a-locked my heart in a box of golden And tied it up with a silver line. 4. I wish I was some little sparrow That I had wings could fly so high, I'd fly away to my false true lover And when he's talkin' I'd be by. 5. But as I am no little sparrow And have no wings so I can't fly, I'll go away to some lonesome valley And weep and pass my troubles by.