She's like a 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      It's 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 every home