(Traditional)

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.

Oh, 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 it bended, and then it broke. And so did my false love to me.

Oh, there's a ship and she sails the sea. She's loaded deep, as deep can be.
But not as deep as the love I'm in; I know not if I sink or swim.

Oh, love is handsome and love is fine And love's a jewel while it is new.
But when it's old it groweth cold, And fades away like morning dew.

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.