The water is wide I cannot get o’ver,
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-gathering flowers both fine and [bad word] 
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 [bad word] tree;
But first he bended, and then he broke;
And so did my false love to me.

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 jewel when it is new,
But when it is old, it groweth cold,
And fades away like morning dew.