文本歌词

Come All Ye Fair and Tender Ladies - Odetta (欧蒂塔)
Written by：Traditional
Come all ye fair
Tender ladies
Becareful how you call you're men
They lack of style
On a summer mornin'
The firt appear and then their gone
Fairwale to you
Some loving' story
Declare to you their love is true
Stright wey they do
Caught some other
And that's love they have for you
I wish I was at littel sparrow
That I have wings and I could fly
Fly away in my folks true lovin'
And when a storking at there by
But I am not a little sparrow
If I have a wings and I can't fly
I set right here
In my grief and sorrow
And weep up and the best my trouble by
If I don't know before I caught him
I'll never would have call him man
And I locked my heart
In box of golden
And pen little up with a silver pen
Come all ye fair and tender ladies