Fair and tender ladies
Traditional
Come all you fair and tender
ladies
Take warning how you court your men
They're like a star on a summer morning
First they'll appear, and then they're gone
They'll tell to you some loving story
They'll they make you think they love you well
Then away they'll go to court some other
and leave you there in grief to dwell
Oh 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 morning dew