Genre: folk
The wa-ter is wide, I can-not get oer
Neith-er have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that can car-ry two
And both shall cross,
my true love and I
I leaned my back against an oak
Thinking it was a mighty tree
But first it bent and then it broke
So did my love prove false to me
I put my hand to some soft bush
Thinking the sweetest flower to find
I pricked my finger to the bone
And left the sweetestest flower behind
Oh love is handsome and love is kind
Gay as a jewel when first it is new
But love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like the morning dew
