From the album Say Yes To Craic

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- traditional music and lyrics
- arrangement by Craic in the Stone
- from the oral folk traditions in Newfoundland with origins from England

Lyrics

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

'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

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."

T'was out of those roses she made a bed
A stony pillow for her head
She lay her down, no more did say
But let her roses fade away

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