| She’s like a swallow that flies so high
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| She’s like the river that never runs dry
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| She’s like the sunshine on the lee shore
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| She loves her love and love is no more
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| 'Tis out in the meadow this fair maid did go
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| Picking the lovely primrose
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| The more she plucked the more she pulled
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| Until she’s got her apron full
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| She climbed on yonder hill above
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| To give a rose unto her love
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| She gave him one, she gave him three
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| She gave her heart for company
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| And as they sat on yonder hill
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| His heart grew hard, so harder still
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| He has two hearts instead of one
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| She says, young man what have you done
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| How foolish, foolish you must be
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| To think I loved no one but thee
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| This world 's not made for one alone
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| I take delight in everyone |