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 but she'll love no more 'Twas down in the meadow this fair maid bent Picking the primrose as she went The more she picked, 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" She took her roses and made a bed A stony pillow for her head. She lay her down, no more did say But let her roses fade away. 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 but she'll love no more