The water is wide, I can't get o'er,
Neither have I the wings to fly,
Give me a boat that can carry two,
And both shall row, my love and I.
There is a ship 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.
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.
Oh love is handsome and love is kind,
The sweetest flower when first it is new,
But love grows old and waxes cold,
And fades away like the morning dew.
When cockle shells turn silver bells,
Then will my love come back to me,
When roses bloom in winter's gloom,
Then will my love return to me.
repeat verse 1.
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