The water is wide. I cannot get 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 I leaned my back up against an oak I thought it was a trusty tree But first it swayed and then it broke and so my false love did unto me Oh love is handsome and love is kind and love's a jewel when it is new but love grows old and waxes cold and fades away like morning dew morning dew morning dew like morning dew