The water is wide, i can't cross o'er,
And neither have i the wings to fly.
Give me a boat, that will carry two,
And both shall row, my love and i.

Oh love is handsome, and love is kind,
Shining bright like a jewel, when first its new;
But love grows old, and waxes cold,
And fades away, like morning dew.
There is a ship, and she sails the sea,

She's loaded deep, as deep can be,
But not as deep as the love i'm in.
I know not if i sink or swim.

The water is wide, i can't cross o'er,
And neither have i the wings to fly.
Give me a boat, that will carry two,
And both shall row, my love and i.