The water is wide, I can-not cross o'er. And neither have I the wings to fly. Give me a boat that can carry two, And both shall row, my love and I.
I leaned my back against a young oak Thinking it were a trusty tree but first it bended and then it broke Thus did my love prove false to me.
I put my hand in some soft bush Thinking the sweetest flow'r to find. I prick'd my finger to the bone And left the sweetest flow'r behind.
A ship there is and she sails the seas. She's laden deep, as deep can be; But not so deep as the love I'm in And I know not if I sink or swim.
O love is handsome and love is kind Bright as a jewel when first it's new but love grows old and waxes cold And fades away like the morning dew. And fades away like the morning dew.