| The water is wide, I cannot get over
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| Neither have I wings to fly
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| Give me a boat that can carry two
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| And both shall row, my love and I
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| A ship there is and she sails the sea
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| She’s loaded deep as deep can be
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| But not so deep as the love I’m in
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| I know not if I sink or swim
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| I leaned my back against an oak
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| Thinking it was a trusty tree
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| But first it bent and then it broke
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| So did my love prove false to me
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| I reached my finger into some soft bush
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| Thinking the fairest flower to find
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| I pricked my finger to the bone
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| And left the fairest flower behind
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| Oh, love be handsome and love be kind
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| Gay as a jewel when first it is new
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| But love grows old and waxes cold
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| And fades away like the morning dew
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| Must I go bound while you go free
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| Must I love a man who doesn’t love me
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| Must I be born with so little art
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| As to love a man who’ll break my heart
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| When cockle shells turn silver bells
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| Then will my love come back to me
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| When roses bloom in winter’s gloom
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| Then will my love return to me |