She's like the swallow that flies so high
She's like the river that never runs dry
She's like the sunshine on the lee shore
I love my love and love is no more.
'Twas out in the garden this fair maid did go
A-picking the beautiful prim-a-rose
The more she plucked, the more she pulled
Until she got her apron full.
'Twas out of those roses she made a bed
A stony pillow for her head
She laid her down, no word she spoke
Until this fair maid's heart was broke.
She's like the swallow that flies so high
She's like the river that never runs dry
She's like the sunshine on the lee shore
I love my love and love is no more.
