Pistol Annies Come All Ye Fair And Tender Ladies

Come all ye fair and tender ladies
Take warning how you court young men  
They’re like a star on summer morning
They first appear and then they’re gone

They’ll tell to you some loving story  
And make you think they love you so 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 lost true lover  
Whose cheeks are like the morning pink

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 the mornin’ dew  
And fades away like the mornin’ dew