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 meadow the other day,
A gathering flowers both fine and gay,
A gathering flowers both red and blue,
I little thought what love can do.

I leaned my back up against an oak,
Thinking that he were 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 seas,
She’s loaded deep as deep can be,
But not as 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.