Water is wide..I cannot 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...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 knew...Oh know not I...I sink or swim....I leaned my back up against an oak..thinking it'was a trusty tree...But frst it swayed..and then it broke..As so did my..true love to me..Love is handsome..and love is kind..bright as a jewel..when first is new..But love grows old..and waxes cold....And fades away..like the morning dew....Water is wide....etc..(one of many variations)