Waly, Waly (False Love)
Traditional
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 won't 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, lovе is kind
Gay as a jewel when first it's nеw
But love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like morning dew
