I'd like to meet:
She's like a swallow that flies so highLike the river that never runs dryLike the sunshine on the shoreShe loves her love but he loves no more.'Twas out in the meadow this fair maid did goPicking a lovely primroseThe more she’d pluck the more she’d pullUntil she’s had her apron full.She climbed on yonder hill aboveTo give a rose unto her loveShe gave him one, she gave him threeShe gave her heart for company.And as they sat on yonder hillHis heart grew hard, so harder stillHe has two hearts instead of oneShe says, "Young man, what have you done?"..(he)"How foolish, foolish you must beTo think I love no one but theeThis world's not made for one aloneI take delight in everyone."