The water is wide
I cannot get o'er
And neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that can-carry too
And both shall cross my love and I

I leaned my back against an oak
thiking it was a mighty tree
but first it bent and then it broke
did my love proof false to me?

O love is handsomeand love is fine
And love's a jewel when its new
And fades away like morning dew
but love grows old and waxes cold

The water is wide
I cannot get o'er
and neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that cancary too
And both shall cross my love and I