THE WATER IS WIDE

Across the years, I have heard this song numerous times, but never tracked down the title and words.  But now I have, and here it is for your [and my] enjoyment.

The water is wide, I cannot get o'er
Neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall cross my true love and I
 

I lean'd my back against an oak
Thinking it was a mighty tree

 But first it bent and then it broke
So did my love prove false to me
 

I put my hand in some soft bush
Thinking the sweetest flow'are to find
I prick'd my finger to the bone
And left the sweetest flow'are behind

 
O love is handsome and love is kind
Gay as a jewel when it is new
But love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like the morning dew 

 
The water is wide, I cannot get o'er
Neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall cross my true love and I