Verse
- Title
- Swallow
- Singer
- Unknown
- Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
The swallow twitters on the barn,
The rook is cawing on the tree,
And in the wood the ring dove coos,
But my false love hath fled from me.
Verse 2
Like tiny pipe of wheaten straw,
The wren his little note doth swell,
And every living thing that flies,
Of his true love doth fondly tell.
Verse 3
But I alone am left to pine,
And sit beneath the withy tree,
For truth and honesty be gone,
And my false love hath fled from me.