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