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she's like the swallow that flies so highoh -- she's like the river that never runs dryshe's like the sunshine on the lee shoreI love my love and love is no moreoh -- 'twas out in the garden this fair maid did goa-pickin' the beautiful, primitive roseall the more she plucked, the more she pulleduntil she got her apron full it's out ... it's out of the rosesshe made a beda stormy pillow for her headshe lay her down, nowhere she spokeuntil this fair maid's heart was broke she's like the swallow that flies so highand she's like the river that never runs dryshe's like the sunshine on the lee shoreI love my love and love is no, no moreno, no moreshe's like the swallowshe's like the river Aus Songtexte Mania