Cashmore, - Waly, waly

O waly, waly

The water is wide, O 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,
Agath’ring flow’rs, both fine and gay,
Agath/ ring flow’rs, both red and blue,
I little thought what love can do.
I put my hand in one bush
Thinking the flow’r to find.
I pricked my finger to the bone,
and left the sweetest flow’r alone.
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.
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 lik morning dew.

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