| The water is wide
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| I can’t cross over
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| And neither have I wings to fly
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| Give me a boat
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| I can carry two
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| And both shall row, my love and I
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| Now there’s a ship
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| And she sails the seas
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| She’s loaded deep
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| As deep can be
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| But not so deep
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| As the love I’m in
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| I know not how I sink or swim
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| The water is wide
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| I can’t cross over
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| And neither have I wings to fly
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| Give me a boat
|
| I can carry two
|
| And both shall row, my love and I
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| Love is handsome
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| And love is fine
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| As a jewel
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| When first it’s new
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| But love grows old
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| And waxes cold
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| And fades away
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| Like summer dew
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| The water is wide
|
| I can’t cross over
|
| And neither have I wings to fly
|
| Give me a boat
|
| I can carry two
|
| And both shall row, my love and I
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| And both shall row, my love and I |