گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Come all ye fair and tender ladies,
Take warning how you court your men.
They're like the stars on a summer's mornin'
First they'll appear and then they're gone.
If I had known before I courted
What all his lyin' would have done
I'd have locked my heart in a box of golden
And never would have courted none.
I wish I were a tiny sparrow
And I had wings and I could fly.
I'd fly away to my own true lover
And all he'd ask I would deny.
Alas I'm not a tiny sparrow
I have not wings nor can I fly
And on this earth in grief and sorrow
I am bound until I die.
Come all ye fair and tender ladies
Take warning how you court your men.
They're like the stars on a summer's mornin'
First they'll appear and then they're gone.
