Bill Hansen

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)