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Come all you fair and tender ladiesTake warning how you court your menThey're like a star on a Summer's morningThey'll first appear and then they're goneIf I had known before I courtedI never would have courted noneI'd locked my heart in a chest of silverAnd fastened it up with a golden chainDo you remember our days of courtingWhen your head was upon my breast?You could make me believe by the falling of your armsThat the sun rose in the westI wish I was a little swallowAnd I had wings and could fly so highI'd fly to the arms of my false true loverAnd there I'd be contend to dieBut I am not a little swallowI have no wing and I can't flyI'll have to sit and sing in sorrowAnd try to pass my troubles byCome all you fair and tender ladiesTake warning how you court your menThey're like some star on a Summer's morningThey'll first appear and then they're gone
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