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
she loves her love and love is no more
�tis out in the meadow this fair maid did go
picking the lovely primrose
the more she plucked the more she pulled
until she's got 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 what have you done
How foolish, foolish you must be
to think i loved no one but thee
this world's not made for one alone
i take delight in everyone