Come all you fair and tender maiden
Be careful how you love your men
They′re like the stars on a summer's mornin′
First they'll appear and then they're gone

If only I were a tiny sparrow
And I had wings and could fly so high
I′d fly away to my false lover
There I′d stay 'til he loved like I

But as I am no tiny sparrow
And have no wings so I can′t fly
I'll go away to love somebody
Weep and pass my troubles by
Weep and pass my troubles by

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