I've heard a version of this by the Southend choirs, only four verses:

The water is wide, I cannot cross o'er,
And neither have I the wings to fly,
Build me a boat that can carry two,
And both shall row, my true love and I.

A ship there is, and she sails the sea,
She's laden deep as deep can be,
But not so deep as the love I'm in,
And I know not if I sink or swim.

(The third verse was in complex harmony and I couldn't make out the words - something about an oak tree)

Oh 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