The Little Sparrow

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(CHORUS) 
             (G) 
Come all ye fair and tender ladies 
                                  (D) 
take warning how, you court young men. 
                (Am)              (G) 
They're like a star, on a summer morning 
            (Am)                     (D) 
they first appear, and then they're gone. 
 
 
They'll tell to you, some loving story 
And they make you think, that they love you well. 
Then away they'll go, and court some other 
and leave you there, in grief to dwell. 
 
I wish I was, a little sparrow 
and had wings to fly so high 
I'd fly away, to my false true lover 
and when she'd ask, I would deny. 
 
Oh love is handsome, love is charming 
love is pretty, while its new. 
But love grows old, as love grows older 
and fades away, like morning dew.