1 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.
2 ‘Twas out in the garden this fair maid did go
A-picking the primrose just as she went.
The more she plucked and the more she pulled
Until she got her apron full.
3 She climbed on yonder hill above
To give a rose unto her love.
She gave him one, she gave him three,
She gave her heart in company.
4 And as they sat on yonder hill,
His heart grew hard, so harder still:
He has two hearts instead of one.
She says “Young man, what have you done?”
5 “How foolish you must be
To think I love no one but thee.
The world’s not made for one alone,
I take delight in ev’ryone.”
6 She took her roses and made a bed
A stony pillow for her head
She lay her down, no more did say;
Just let her roses fade away.