The Water is Wide (Alan Sim 3)

The water is wide, I cannot get o'er, And neither have I wings to fly, O, go and get me some little boat, To carry o'er my true love and I.

A-down in the meadow 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 put my hand into some soft bush, Thinking the fairest flower to pluck; I pricked my finger unto the bone And left the fairest flower alone.

I leaned my back against some oak, Thinking it was a trusty tree, But first he bended and then he broke, And so my true love proved false to me.

There is a ship sailing on the sea, She's loaded deep as deep can be; But not so deep as in love I am, I care not whether I sink or swim.

Where love is planted, O, there it grows, It grows and blossoms like the rose. It has a sweet and pleasant smell No flow'r on earth can it excel.

Must I be bound, O, and she go free, Must I love one that cannot love me ? Why must I play such a childish part, And love a girl that will break my heart ?

O, love is handsome and love is fine, And love is charming when it is true; As it grow older, it groweth colder, And fades away like the morning dew.