Craig Herbertson Fair And Tender Ladies
Come all ye fair and tender ladies
Take warning how you court young men
They're like the stars of a summers morning
First they appear and then they're gone.
If I had known when I first courted
I never would have courted none
I'd have locked my heart in a golden box
And fastened it up with a silver pin
I wish I were some little sparrow
And I had wings and I could fly
I would fly away to my false true lover
And while he'll talk I would sit and cry.
But I am not some little sparrow
I have no wings nor can I fly
So I'll sit down here in grief and sorrow
And try to pass my troubles by.
Do you recall when we first courted
You'd lay your head upon my breast
You could make me believe by the falling of your arm
That the sun rose in the west
