O Waly, Waly

The water is wide, I cannot get over
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-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 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 growth cold
And fades away like morning dew