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-pickin' the beautiful, primerose
the more she plucked, the more she pulled
until she got her apron full
it's out of the roses she made a bed
a stoney pillow for her head
she lay her down, no word she spoke
until this fair maid's heart was broke
she's like the swallow that flies so high
and 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