The world’s so wide I cannot cross it
The sea’s so deep I cannot wade
I’ll just go hire me a little boatman
To row me across the stormy tide
I give you back your ring and letters
And the picture I have loved so well
And henceforth we will meet as strangers
But I can never say farewell
There’s only three things that I could wish for
That is, my coffin, shroud and grave
And when I’m dead, oh please don’t weep o’er me
Or kiss the lips you once betrayed