Come all ye fair and tender ladies Take warning how you court young men They're like a star on a summer morning They first appear and then they're gone. They'll tell to you some loving story And they'll 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 false true lover Whose cheeks are like the morning pink. 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. And fades away like morning dew...