I first learned this song circa 1958 and performed a version of it many times into the early 1960's. I wish I could still recall all of it, but here are two:

    "The water is wide,
      I cannot cross over,
      And neither have I wings to fly.
      Give me a boat,
      That can carry two,
      And both shall row,
      My love and I.

      I leaned my back,
      Up against a young oak,
      Thinking he was a trusty tree.
      But first he bent,
      And then he broke,
      Just as did my
      False love to me."

I'd be willing to bet that Deckman or one of his fellow northwesterners can provide more.