the water is wide,and i cannot get over
and neither have i wings to fly
give me a boat
that will carry two
then both shall 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 leaned my back up against some oak
thinking that it was a trusty tree
but first it bended and then it 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
love is handsom
and love is fine
and love's a jewel
while it is new
but when it is old
it growweth cold
then fades away
like morning dew