she's like the swallow that flies so high
she's like the river that [bad word] dry
she's like the sunshine on the lee shore
I love my love and love is no more

she climd on yonder hill above to give a rose unto her love
she gave him one she gave him three she gave her heart [bad word] 
and as they sat on yonder hill his heart grow harder and 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 love no one but thee
the worlds no made for one alone
i take delight in every one."

she took her roses and made a bed
a stony pillow for her head
she lay her down no more did say but let her roses fall away