The water is wide, I cannot get o'er,
And neither have I wings to fly.
Give me a boat that can carry two,
And both shall cross,
my true love and I.
I put my hand into some soft bush,
Thinking the sweetest flower to find,
I pricked my fingers to the bone
And left the sweetest flower behind.
I leaned my back against an oak,
Thinking it was a trusty tree,
But first it bent and then it broke,
So did my love prove false to me.
A ship there is and she sails the sea,
She's loaded deep as deep can be,
But not so deep as the love I'm in,
I know not if I sink or swim.
Oh, love be handsome and love be kind,
Gay as a jewel when first it is new;
But love grows old and waxes cold,
And fades away like the morning dew.