[bad word] all you fair and tender ladies
Take warning how you court your men
They're like some stars on a summer's morning
They'll first appear and then they're gone

If I had known before I courted
I never would have courted none
I'd locked my heart in a chest of silver
And fastened it with a golden chain

Do you remember our days of courting
When you had layed upon my breast
You could make me believe by the falling of your arm
That the sun rose from the west

I wish I was a little swallow
And I had wings and I could fly so high
I'd fly to the arms of my false [bad word] lover
And there I'd be content to die

But I am not a little swallow
I have no wings and I can't fly 
I'll have to sit and sing in sorrow
And try to pass my troubles by
 [bad word] all you fair and tender ladies
Take warning how you court your men
They're like a star on a summer morning
They first appear and then they're gone