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, A-picking the beautiful primerose; The more she plucked the more she pulled, Until she got her aperon full. It's out of wild roses she made a bed A stony pillow for her head She laid her down no word she spoke Until this fair maid's heart was broke.