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 I will row, my love and I
Down in the meadows 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 put my hand into one soft bush,
thinking the sweetest flower to find
I pricked my fingers right to the bone
And left the sweetest flower alone
I lent my back up 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
The water is wide, I cannot get o’er
Nor have I wings – wings to fly
Give me a boat that will carry two
And I will row, my love and I
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 handsone, love is fine
And love’s a jewel when first it’s new
But when it is old it groweth cold
And fades away like morning dew