| The water is wide, I cannot cross over
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| And 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 was, 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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| And I know not how, I sink or swim
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| I leaned my back up against some young oak
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| Thinking he was a trusty tree
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| But first he bended and then he broke
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| And thus did my false love to me
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| I put my hand into some soft bush
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| Thinking the sweetest flower to find
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| I pricked my finger to the bone
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| And left the sweetest flower alone
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| Oh, love is handsome, love is fine
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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 summer dew
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| The seagulls wheel, they turn and dive
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| The mountain stands beside the sea
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| This world we know turns round and round
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| And all for them — and you and me |