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 j**el o while it is new But when it is old, it groweth cold And fades away, like morning dew