She's Like The Swallow
紐芬蘭民謠曲 arr. E. T. Chapman
She's like the swallow that flies so high,
She's like the river that never run 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,
A picking the beautiful primerose;
The more she plucked the more she pulled
Until she got her aperon full.
It's out of those roses she made a bad,
A stony pillow for her head.
She laid her down, no word did say,
Until this fair maid's heart did break.
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