A


A
Come all ye fair and tender ladies.
                               E
Be careful how you court young men.
               Bm  E              A
They're like a star on a summer's morning.
               E   Bm    E            A    Asus4*
They'll first appear and then they're gone.

A
They'll tell you some loving story
                                     E
They'll declare to you their love is true
               Bm  E               A
Then they will go   and court some other
               E   Bm    E        A   Asus4*
And that's the love they have for you

A
Do you remember our days of courting
                           E
When your head lay upon my breast
                  Bm     E                     A
You could make me believe with falling of your arm
             E  Bm  E      A    Asus4*
That the sun rose   in the West

A
I wish I was a little sparrow,
                              E
And I had wings with which to fly
              Bm  E              A
Right over to see  my false true-lover,
              E     Bm  E      A    Asus4*
And when he's talking   I'd be nigh.

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