Down in the valley, the first of May Gatherin' flowers, both fresh and gay Gatherin' flowers, both red and blue How little thought of what, what love could do
Don't you break my heart Don't you break my heart
I put my hand in, into the bush Finding the sweetest, sweetest rose I pricked my finger deep to the line And left the sweetest rose, sweetest rose behind
Don't you break my heart Don't you break my heart
Saw a ship sailin' on the big blue sea She sailed as deep as, deep as she could be But not so deep in, in love as I am I cannot whether I, I sink or swim