| Lyrics: | The river is wide, I can't get o'er
Nor do I have like wings to fly
Give me a boat that can
carry two,
And both shall cross my love and I
Oh waly, waly, up the bank
And waly,
waly down the braes,
And waly, waly by yon burnside
Where me and my love was wont to
go
I leaned my back against an oak
Thinking it was a trusty tree,
But first it bent
and then it broke,
And so did my love prove false to me
I put my hand in some soft
bush
Thinking the sweetest flower to find
I pricked my finger to the bone
And left the
sweetest flower behind
Oh, love is handsome, love is kind
Gay as a jewel when first
it's new
But love grows old and waxes cold,
And fades away like morning dew |
