Come all ye fair and tender ladies

Take warning how you board your men

They're like a star on a summer mornin' 

They thirst of fear and then they're gone



They'll tell to you some loving story

And make you think they love you well

Then away they'll go and court some other

And leave you there in grief to dwell



For love is handsome, love is charming

And love is pretty while it's new

But love grows cold as love grows old

And fades away like mornin' dew

And fades away like mornin' dew...