O Waly Waly

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 up against an oak,
 Thinking that he was a trusty tree;
 But first he bent in and then he broke,
 And so did my false love to thee.
 A ship there is, and she sails the seas,
 She's laden 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 o while it is new,
 But when it is old, it groweth cold,
 And fades away, like morning dew.