The water is wide, I cannot get o`er,
And neither have I wings to fly.
Give me a boat that will carry two,
And both shall row, my love and I.

O, down in the meadows the other day,
A-gath`ring flowers both fine and gay,
A-gath`ring flowers both red and blue,
I little thought what love can do.


I leaned my back against some oak
Thinking that he was a trusty tree;
But first he bended, and then he broke,
And so did my false love to me.


A ship there is, and she sails the sea,
She`s loaded deep as deep can be,
But not so deep as the love I`m in;
I know not if I sink or swim.


O, love is handsome and love is fine,
And love`s a jewel while it is new,
But when it is old, it groweth cold,