she\'s like the swallow

She\'s like a swallow that flies so high,
£ £ like the river that never runs dry,
£ £ like the sunshine on the lee shore,
£ £ She loves her love and love is no more.
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£ £ ¡®Tis 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.
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£ £ 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.
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