Come all ye fair and tender ladies
Take warning how you board your men
They're like a star on a summer mornin'
They thirst of fear and then they're gone
They'll tell to you some loving story
And make you think they love you well
Then away they'll go and court some other
And leave you there in grief to dwell
For 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 mornin' dew
And fades away like mornin' dew...