o waly, waly

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 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.