dave van ronk
fair and tender ladies
Come all you fair and tender ladies Take warning how you court your men There like a star on a summer morning They first appear and then there gone  They'll tell to you some loving story Then they make you think that they love you well Then away they'll go to court some other And leave you there in grief to dwell  I wish I was on some tall mountain Where the ivy rocks are black as ink I'd write a letter to my false true lover Whose cheeks are like the morning dew  Oh love is handsome love is charming And love is pretty while it's new But love grows cold as love grows old And fades away like morning dew  [Chorus]