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