Fond affection

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.