| The water is wide, I can't cross 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 | |
| Oh love is gentle and love is kind | |
| The sweetest flower when first it's 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 how I sink or swim | |
| I know not how I sink or swim |