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Come All You Fair and Tender Ladies
2 Come all ye fair and tender ladies, Be careful how you court young men; They're like a star of a summer's morning, They'll first appear and then they're gone.
3 They'll tell to you some pleasing story, They'll declare to you they are your own; Straightway they'll go and court some other And leave you here in tears to mourn.
4 I wish I were a little swallow And I had wings and I could fly; Straight after my true love I would follow, When they'd be talking I'd be by.
5 But I am no little swallow,
I have no wings, nor I can't fly, And after my true love I can't follow, And when they're talking I'll set and cry.
There's many a dark and rainy morning Turns out to be a pretty day.
* If Bb be tonic : — Mode 3, a.