she's like the swallow

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 down in the meadow this fair maid bent

a-picking the primrose just as she went

the more she picked and the more she pulled

until she gathered her apron full

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 for company

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