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.
Oh, down in the meadow 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 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.
Oh, 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,
And fades away like morning dew.