Come all ye fair and tender ladies
  Take warning how you board young men
  They're like a star on summer mornin'
  They'll thirst a fear and then they're gone
  
  They'll tell to you some lovin' story
  And they make you think that they love you well
  Then away they'll go and court some other
  And leave you there in grief to dwell
  
  I wish I was on some tall mountain
  Where the ivy rocks are black as ink
  I'd write a letter to my lost true lover
  Whose cheeks are like the mornin' pink
  
  For love is handsome, love is charming
  And love is pretty while it's new
  But love grows cold as love grows old
  And fades away like the mornin' dew