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Brewster: Ballads and Songs of Indiana 347
6. Come all ye fair maidens, take warning by me;
Never place your affections on the tallest of trees. The roots they will wither and the tops they will die;
My true-love has slighted me, and I know not for why.1
1 Cf. The Shirburn Ballads (ed. Andrew Clark), pp. 189-91, where the title is given as "My heart is in pain my body within." The corresponding stanza of that version reads
All yow that he lovers, he warned by me ; graft not the top on a saples tree: The top it will wither, the roote it will dye— then lost is your love in the turne of an eye.