Historical Folk Lyrics
"She's Like the Swallow"

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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 prim-e-rose;
The more she plucked the more she pulled
Until she got her whole a-per-on full.

It's out of those roses she made a bed,
A stony pillow for her head.
Now this fair maid she lay down, no word did she say
Until this fair maid's heart was broke.

There are a man on yonder hill,
He got a heart as hard as stone.
He have two hearts instead of one.
How foolish must that girl be
For to think I love no other but she.

For the world was not meant for one alone,
The world was meant for every one.
This song is from the album "Folk Songs From Newfoundland".