Come all ye fair and tender ladies,
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Take warning how you court your men.
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They're like the stars on a summer's mornin'
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First they'll appear and then they're gone.
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If I had known before I courted
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what all his lyin' could have done
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I'd have locked my heart in a box of golden
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and never would have courted none.
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I wish I were a tiny sparrow
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and I had wings and I could fly.
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I'd fly away to my own true lover
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and all he'd ask I would deny.
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Alas I'm not a tiny sparrow
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I have not wings nor can I fly
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And on this earth in grief and sorrow
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I am bound until I die.
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Come all ye fair and tender ladies
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Take warning how you court your men.
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They're like the stars on a summer's mornin'
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First they'll appear and then they're gone.
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TINY SPARROW
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| Peter, Paul & Mary |
