The water is wide, I can not get o'er

And neither have I wings to fly

Give me a boat that will carry two

And both shall row... my love and I.

Their love is plentive... o'er there it grows

It grows and blossoms like a rose

It has a sweet and pleasant smell

No flower on earth can it excel.

The ship there is and she sails the sea

She's loaded deep as deep can be

But not so deep as the love I'm in

I know not if I sink or swim.

Oh, love is handsome and love is fine

And loves a jewel when it is new

*But when it is old it grows so cold*

And fades away like morning dew.