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