The water is wide, I cannot get o'er

And neither have I wings to fly.

O go and get me some little boat,

To carry o'er my true love and I.



Must I be bound, O and he go free!

Must I love one thing that don't love me!

Why should I act such a childish part,

And love a man that will break my heart.



There is a ship sailing on the sea,

She's loaded deep as deep can be,

But not so deep as in love I am;

I care not if I sink or swim.



O love is handsome and love is fine,

And love is charming when it is true;

As it grows older it groweth colder

And fades away like the morning dew.