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