The water is wide, I cannot get o'er,
Neither have I the wings to fly.
Give me a boat that can carry two,
And both shall cross, my love and I.

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.

I put my hand in some soft bush,
Thinking the sweetest flower to find,
I pricked my finger to the bone,
And left the sweetest flower behind.

Oh, love is handsome and love is kind,
Gay as a jewel when first it's new,
But lov grows old and waxes cold,
And fades away like morning dew.