She's Like the Swallow

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 picked
the more she pulled
until she got
her apron full
She's like the swallow ...