She's Like The Swallow

She is like the swallow that flies on high

She is like the river that never runs dry

She is like the sun a'beaming on the lee shore

I love my love, but love is no more

A maiden into her garden did go

For to pluck her some wild primrose

The more she plucked, the more she did pull

Until this maiden's apron was full

Then out of these roses she made a bed

A scarlet pillow for her head

She laid her down, no word she did speak

And then this maiden's heart, it did break

She is like the swallow that flies on high

She is like the river that never runs dry

She is like the sun a'beaming on the lee shore

I love my love, but love is no more