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 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 Groweth Cold,
And Fades Away Like Morning Dew.