Bill Hansen
Come all ye fair and tender ladies. Be careful how you court your men.
They`re like a star on a summer morning. They`ll first appear and then their gone.
How I remember our days of courtin`. I met my love in the fading light,
But now she flies to meet another. The day is lonely as the night.
If I had known before I courted that true love was so hard to win.
I`d a-locked my heart in a box of golden and never opened it again.
I`ll find a place come tomorrow. I`ll climb some mountain way up high.
There I`ll sit down to weep in sorrow and try to mend my troubled mind.
(Repeat first verse)