Come all you fair and tender maidens

Appalachian

Come all you fair and tender maidens,
Be careful how you court young men.
They're like a star on a summer's morning,
They'll first appear and then they're gone.

They'll tell to you some loving story,
They'll declare to you that their love is true,
Then they’ll go and court another,
And that's the love they have for you.

Do you remember our days of courting,
When your head lay upon my breast,
You could make me believe with the falling of your arm,
That the sun rose in the West.

If I had known before I courted,
That love was such a killing thing,
I'd’ve locked my heart in a box of golden,
And fastened it up with a silver pin.

If I had known before I met you,
Of all the lies that you would say,
I'd’ve locked my heart in a box of golden,
And the only key I’d have thrown away.

I wish I was a little sparrow,
And I had wings and I could fly,
I'd fly away to my false true lover
And when he'd speak I would deny.

But I am not no little sparrow,
I have no wings, neither can I fly,
I'll sit right down in my grief and sorrow,
And let my troubles pass me by.