Fair and Tender Ladies

Come all ye fair and tender ladies

Take warning how you court your men

They’re like a star on a summer morning

They first appear and then they’re gone

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

Where the ivy rock is black as ink

I´d write a letter to my false true lover

Whose cheeks are like the morning pink

And love is pretty while it’s new

But love grows cold as love grows older

And fades away like morning dew

And fades away like morning dew