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Come all ye fair and tender ladies
They point in how you court your man
They're like the stars on a summer morning
First they'll appear and then they're gone
They'll tell tearsome loving stories
They'll make you think that they love you well
Said where they'll go and court some other
And leave you there in grief to dwell
Love is handsome, love is charming
Love is pretty while it's new
But love grows cold as love grows older
And fades away like morning dew
Come all ye fair and tender ladies
They point in how you court your man
They're like the stars on a summer morning
First they'll appear and then they're gone
First they'll appear and then they're gone