Come all you fair and tender ladies,
Take warning how you court young men;
For they're like a star on a cloudy morning,
First they'll appear and then they're gone.
They'll tell to you some loving story,
They'll swear to you that their love is true;
And straight away they'll go, they'll court some other,
And that's the love they have for you.
Do you remember our days of courting,
You told to me that you loved me best;
You could have me believe with the falling of your arm,
That the sun rose in the West.
If I had known before I courted,
I never would have courted none,
I'd have locked my heart in a box of golden,
Fastened down with a silver pin.
So come all you fair and tender ladies,
Take warning how you court young men;
For they're like a star on a cloudy morning,
First they'll appear and then they're gone.