Come all you fair and tender lovers,
And take a warning how you love,
It's like a star on a cloudy morning,
That first appears and then is gone.
She'll tell to you some other story,
And make you think she's all your own,
And straight ways go and meet some other,
And leave you here in grief to moan.
I wish I was some little swallow,
And I had wings, and I could fly,
And where she goes, I would go follow,
And when she sings, I would sublime.
But I am not some little swallow,
I have no wings, and I can't fly,
And where she goes, I'll never follow,
So sit I here, in grief we cry.
I wish I'd known, before I courted,
That love would be so hard to gain,
I'd lock my heart, with keys so golden,
And keep it down, with a silver chain.
And take a warning how you love,
It's like a star on a cloudy morning,
That first appears and then is gone.
She'll tell to you some other story,
And make you think she's all your own,
And straight ways go and meet some other,
And leave you here in grief to moan.
I wish I was some little swallow,
And I had wings, and I could fly,
And where she goes, I would go follow,
And when she sings, I would sublime.
But I am not some little swallow,
I have no wings, and I can't fly,
And where she goes, I'll never follow,
So sit I here, in grief we cry.
I wish I'd known, before I courted,
That love would be so hard to gain,
I'd lock my heart, with keys so golden,
And keep it down, with a silver chain.