He's like a swallow, that flies so high
   He's like a river, that never runs dry
   He's like the sunshine, on the lee shore
   He was my love, my love is no more
   He was my love, my love is no more
  
   Out in the garden, this fair man did go
   'a picking roses, how could he not
   The more he picked and the more he pulled
   Until he got his apron full
  
   Out of these roses, he made a bed
   A stony pillow, for his head
   He laid his head down, no word he spoke
   Until this fair man's heart was broke