The water is wide, I cannot get o'er

Neither have I wings to fly.

Give me a boat that can carry two

And both shall cross my true love and I



I lean'd my back against an oak,

Thinking it was a mighty tree.

But first it bent and then it broke,

So 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.



O love is handsome and love is kind,

Gay as a jewel when it is new

But love grows old and waxes cold

And fades away like the morning dew. 



The water is wide, I cannot get o'er

Neither have I wings to fly.

Give me a boat that can carry two

And both shall cross my true love and I