[Verse 1]
She's like the swallow that flies so high
Oh, 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
Eh ah ah

[Verse 2]
'Twas out in the garden this fair maid did go
A-pickin' the beautiful, the primitive rose
All the more she plucked, the more she pulled
Until she got her apron full

[Verse 3]
It's out—it's out of these roses she made a bed
A stormy pillow for her head
She lay her down, nowhere she spoke
Until this fair maid's heart was broke

[Verse 1]
She's like the swallow that flies so high
And 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, no more
No, no more
[Outro]
She's like the swallow
She's like the river
Oh
Ah