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 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.
The trees they grow so high (Early one morning)
- Early one morning
- Come you not from Newcast..
- Sweet Polly Oliver
- The trees they grow so hi..
- The Ash grove
- O Waly, Waly
- How sweet the answer
- The plough boy
- Voici le Printemps
- The last rose of summer
- La belle est au jardin d'..
- Dear harp of my country!
- Little sir William
- O can ye sew cushions?
- Oft in the stilly night
- Quand j'étais chez mon pè..
- There's none to soothe
- Oliver Cromwell