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,
and fades away like morning dew.