Come all ye fair and tender ladies
Take warning how you board young men
Theyre like a star on summer mornin
Theyll thirst a fear and then theyre gone
Theyll tell to you some lovin story
And they make you think that they love you well
Then away theyll 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
Id write a letter to my lost true lover
Whose cheeks are like the mornin pink
For love is handsome, love is charming
And love is pretty while its new
But love grows cold as love grows old
And fades away like the mornin dew
And fades away like the mornin dew
And fades away like the mornin dew
