Текст песни Misc Traditional - Shes Like The Swallow

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

'Tis out in the meadow this fair maid did go,
A picking a lovely primrose,
The more she plucked the more she pulled,
Until she's got her apron full.

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 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 every home.