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.