The ^Gwater is wide, ^CI cannot get ^Gover, And neither have I ^Cwings to ^D7fly. Give me a ^Bmboat that can ^Emcarry two, ^CAnd both shall ^D7row, my love and ^GI.

A ^Gship there is and ^Cshe sails the ^Gsea, She's loaded deep as ^Cdeep can ^D7be. But not so ^Bmdeep as the love ^EmI'm in, ^CAnd I know not ^D7how I sink or swi^Gm.

I ^Gleaned my back up ^Cagainst some young ^Goak, Thinking he was a ^Ctrusty t^D7ree. But first he ^Bmbended, and then ^Emhe broke, ^CAnd thus did my ^D7false love to ^Gme.

I ^Gput my hand ^Cinto some soft ^Gbush, Thinking the sweet^Cest flower to ^D7find. I pricked my ^Bmfinger to the ^Embone, ^CAnd left the sw^D7eetest flower al^Gone.

Oh, ^Glove is hand^Csome and love is ^Gfine, Gay as a jewel when ^Cfirst it is ^D7new, But love grows ^Bmold, and waxes ^Emcold, ^CAnd fades away ^D7like summer ^Gdew.