Come all you fair and tender maidens Take warning how you court your man They're like a fog on a Summer's morning First appear and then they're gone I wished I was a little sparrow And I had wings to fly so high I'd fly to the arms of my false true lover And when he'd ask, I would deny Come all you fair and tender maidens Take warning how you court your man They're like a fog on a Summer's morning First appear and then they're gone They tell to you such lovely stories They'll make you think that they love you well And then they are gone to court another And leave you there in grief to dwell Come all you fair and tender maidens Take warning how you court your man They're like a fog on a Summer's morning First appear and then they're gone First appear and then they're gone