A5


A5
Come all ye fair and tender ladies.
                               E5    B5
Be careful how you court young men.
               E5   B5             A5
They're like a star on a summer's morning.
               E5   B5    E5            A5    A5 *
They'll first appear and then they're gone.

A5
They'll tell you some loving story
                                     E5   B5
They'll declare to you their love is true
               E5 B5              A5
Then they will go and court some other
               E5   B5    E5        A5   A5 *
And that's the love they have for you

A5
Do you remember our days of courting
                           E5     B5
When your head lay upon my breast
                    E5  B5                      A5
You could make me believe with falling of your arm
             E5  B5  E5      A5    A5 *
That the sun rose   in the West

A5
I wish I was a little sparrow,
                              E5  B5
And I had wings with which to fly
              E5  B5             A5
Right over to see my false true-lover,
              E5     B5  E5      A5    A5 *
And when he's talking   I'd be nigh.

A5
But I'm not a little sparrow,
                              E5   B5
I have no wings with which to fly
         E5  B5              A5
So I sit here in grief and sorrow,
            E5   B5  E5        A5
To weep and pass my troubles by.


* optional

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