the water is wide i cannot get over neither have i wings to fly give me a boat that can carry two and both shall row my love and i a 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 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 i reached my finger into some soft bush thinking the fairest flower to find i pricked my finger to the bone and left the fairest flower behind oh love be handsome and love be kind gay as a jewel when first it is new but love grows old and waxes cold and fades away like the morning dew must i go bound while you go free must i love a man who doesn t love me must i be born with so little art as to love a man who ll break my heart 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