SHE’S LIKE THE SWALLOW

LYRICS

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 primrose.
The flow’rs she plucked, the fair blooms pulled,
Until she got her apron full.

And out of these 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.