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
Picking the beautiful primrose
The more she plucked, the more she pulled
Until she gathered her apron full
And it's auto this flowers she's made a bed
A stony pillow for her head
She's laied herself down, no more did she say
Until this famale it's hard to degree
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