Come all ye fair and tender ladies

Take warning how you court young men

They're like a star on a summer morning

They first appear and then they're gone.



They'll tell to you some loving story

And they'll make you think that they love you well

Then away they'll go and court some other

And leave you there in grief to dwell.



I wish I was on some tall mountain

Where the ivy rocks are black as ink

I'd write a letter to my false true lover

Whose cheeks are like the morning pink.



Oh 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 morning dew.



And fades away like morning dew...