Oh Fair and tender Brin take warning how you'll court young men. Their like a star on a cloudy morning. First they'll appear, and then their gone. They'll teel to you some loving story. They'll swear to you that their love is true. Straightaway they'll go and they'll court some other. And that's the love they have for you.

Oh don't you remember our days of courting. You told me then, that you loved me bad. You could make me believe by the falling of your arm, that the sun rose in the west.

I wish I was some little sparrow. And I had wings. And I could fly. I'd fly right back to my true lover. But I'm not some little sparrow. And I have no wings, and I cant fly. So I'll stay right here in my grief and sarrow, and let my troubles pass me by.

Oh how i miss my true love Brin.
Oh fair and tender Brin take warning how you court young men. Their like a star on a cloudy morning.
First they'll appear, and then their gone.