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Come all you fair and tender ladies |
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Take warning how you court your men |
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There like a star on a summer morning |
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They first appear and then there gone |
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They'll tell to you some loving story |
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Then they make you think that they love you well |
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Then away they'll go to court some other |
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And leave you there in grief to dwell |
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I wish I was on some tall mountain |
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Where the ivy rocks are black as ink |
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I'd write a letter to my false true lover |
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Whose cheeks are like the morning dew |
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Oh love is handsome love is charming |
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And love is pretty while it's new |
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But love grows cold as love grows old |
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And fades away like morning dew |
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