Come all ye fair and tender ladies
Take warning how you court young men
They're like the stars on a summer's morning
First, they appear and then they're gone

My father is a handsome devil
He wears a chain five miles long
On every link a heart does dangle
Of another maid that he's loved and dropped

If I'd a-known before I courted
I never would have courted young
No, I'd a-locked my heart in a box of golden
And fastened it up with a silver pin

I wish I were a little sparrow
And I had wings and I could fly
I'd fly away to my own false lover
And when he's talking I'd draw nigh

But I am not a little sparrow
I have no wings nor can I fly
So I'll sit right here and weep in sorrow
Try to pass my troubles by