(M. Carter)
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Come all ye fair and tender ladies
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Take warning how you board young men
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They're like a star on summer mornin'
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They'll thirst a fear and then they're gone
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They'll tell to you some lovin' story
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And they make you think that they love you well
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Then away they'll go and court some other
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And leave you there in grief to dwell
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I wish I was on some tall mountain
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Where the ivy rocks are black as ink
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I'd write a letter to my lost true lover
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Whose cheeks are like the mornin' pink
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For love is handsome, love is charming
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And love is pretty while it's new
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But love grows cold as love grows old
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And fades away like the mornin' dew
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And fades away like the mornin' dew
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And fades away like the mornin' dew
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Fair And Tender Ladies
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The Manhattan Transfer |