Tiny Sparrow

Come all ye fair and tender ladies,
Take warning how you court your men.
Theyre like the stars on a summers mornin
First theyll appear and then theyre gone.

If I had known before I courted
What all his lyin would have done
Id have locked my heart in a box of golden
And never would have courted none.

I wish I were a tiny sparrow
And I had wings and I could fly.
Id fly away to my own true lover
And all hed ask I would deny.

Alas Im not a tiny sparrow
I have not wings nor can I fly
And on this earth in grief and sorrow
I am bound until I die.

Come all ye fair and tender ladies
Take warning how you court your men.
Theyre like the stars on a summers mornin
First theyll appear and then theyre gone.