Come all ye fair and tender ladies.
Be careful how you court young men.
They're like a star on a summer's morning.
They'll first appear and then they're gone.
They'll tell you some loving story
They'll declare to you their love is true
Then they will go and court some other
And that's the love they have for you
Do you remember our days of courting
When your head lay upon my breast
You could make me believe with falling of your arm
That the sun rose in the West
I wish I was a little sparrow,
And I had wings with which to fly
Right over to see my false true-lover,
And when he's talking I'd be nigh.
But I'm not a little sparrow,
I have no wings with which to fly
So I sit here in grief and sorrow,
To weep and pass my troubles by.
If I had known before I courted
that love was such a killing thing
I'd a-locked my heart in a box of golden
and fastened it up with a silver pin.
- Last Night I Had The Strangest Dream
- Willie Moore
- She's A Trouble Maker
- Tears In My Eyes
- Somebody Got Lost In A Storm
- The Water Is Wide
- Man Of Constant Sorrow
- Freight Train
- Lady Gay
- Johnny Cuckoo
- Lonesome Valley
- The Riddle Song
- Streets Of Laredo
- Railroad Bill
- My Good Old Man
- Little Darlin'
- In The Pines
- Pilgrim Of Sorrow
- Where Have All The Flowers Gone
- Rambler Gambler
- Come All Ye Fair And Tender Maidens
- Hallowed Be Thy Name
- Twelve Gates To The City
- Silver Dagger