O' it's down where the water runs muddy,
I'm afraid it will never run clear,
And it's when I begin for to study
My mind lies with them that's not here.
My mind's like a ship on the ocean
That knows not what compass to steer;
From the east to the west, winds all blowing,
It reminds me of dreams of my dear.
Oh, I wonder what's keeping my Jamie,
He was to be here in the spring,
And it's down in yon green lanes I'll meet him,
And among the gay spring flowers we'll sing.
O, it's down where the water runs muddy,
I'm afraid it will never run clear;
My thoughts will be turning forever
To the young man I love so dear.
["Tune: I.F.S. Vol II p.21)"]