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.
Oh down in the meadows the other day
A gath'ring flow'rs both fine and gay
A gath'ring flowers both red and blue,
I little thought what love could do.
I put my hand into one soft bush,
thinking the sweetest flower to find.
I pricked my finger to the bone
and left the sweetest flower alone.
There is a ship and she sails the sea,
she's loaded deep as deep can be,
but nor so deep as the love I am in;
I know not if I sink or swim.