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 row, my love and I 

I leaned my back up gainst an oak 
I thought it was a trusty tree 
But first it swayed and then it broke 
And so my false love did unto me 

Oh love is handsome and love is fine 
And love's a jewel when it is new 
But love grows old and waxes cold 
And fades away like morning dew