A


A
Come all ye fair and tender ladies.
                               E    Bm
Be careful how you court young men.
               E   Bm             A
They're like a star on a summer's morning.
               E   Bm    E            A    A4 *
They'll first appear and then they're gone.

A
They'll tell you some loving story
                                     E   Bm
They'll declare to you their love is true
               E Bm              A
Then they will go and court some other
               E   Bm    E        A   A4 *
And that's the love they have for you

A
Do you remember our days of courting
                           E     Bm
When your head lay upon my breast
                    E  Bm                      A
You could make me believe with falling of your arm
             E  Bm  E      A    A4 *
That the sun rose   in the West

A
I wish I was a little sparrow,
                              E  Bm
And I had wings with which to fly
              E  Bm             A
Right over to see my false true-lover,
              E     Bm  E      A    A4 *
And when he's talking   I'd be nigh.

A
But I'm not a little sparrow,
                              E   Bm
I have no wings with which to fly
         E  Bm              A
So I sit here in grief and sorrow,
            E   Bm  E        A
To weep and pass my troubles by.


* optional

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