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 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.