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 flow’rs both bright and gay,
A gath’ring flow’rs 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 bended and 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 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….
