Title
Little Sparrow, Lyric Variant 02
Description
One leaf typewritten in blue ink on the front side. The document is in good physical condition. The document was laminated. The lower right corner was folded into the laminate. There is a minor tear at the upper right corner. There are two minor tears at the lower edge. There are two minor tears at the left edge. There is acid-related staining along the lower edge and along the left edge.
Subject
Folk songs, American Warnings -- Songs and music Betrayal -- Songs and music Birds -- Songs and music Sadness -- Songs and music
Alternative Title
I Wish I was a Little Swallow. Come All You Fair and Tender Ladies. Come All Ye Fair and Tender Ladies
Publisher
W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University
Rights
The images and audio files contained in the "So Mote It Ever Be: The Folksong Heritage of North Carolina's Northern Blue Ridge Mountains" collection are available for free personal, non-commercial, and educational use, provided that proper citation is used (e.g. I. G. Greer/W. Amos Abrams Manuscript Files Series, Folksong Files Subseries. W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection. Special Collections. Appalachian State University, Boone, NC). Any commercial use of the materials without the written permission of Appalachian State University is strictly prohibited. Please contact the Appalachian State University W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection with specific questions or with requests for further information.
Transcription
The Warning
Come all you fair and tender ladies,
Take warning how you love young men,
They are like a fair bright summer
Morning,
They soon will dawn and fade away.
They’ll tell to you some lovely story
Straight way they’ll go and court another,
And that is the love they have for you
I once myself did have a lover.
Indeed I thought he was my own.
Strait way he went and married another
And left me alone to mourn
I wish that I was a little sparrow,
And had wings so I could fly
Strait after my true love I would follow
And when he spoke I’d be close by
I’d ask him who he was fooling.
Who he was trying to deceive.
And at his window I would flutter
With my little tender wings.
But I’m no little sparrow
Neither have I wings to fly
I’ll go back home and weep with sorrow
Until I pass may troubles by,
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