| The water is wide, I cannot get o’er
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| And neither have, I wings to fly
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| Give me a boat that will carry two
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| And both shall row, my love and I
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| O, down in the meadows the other day
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| A-gath'ring flowers both fine and gay
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| A-gath'ring flowers both red and blue
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| I little thought what love can do
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| I leaned my back up against an oak
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| Thinking that he was a trusty tree;
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| But first he bent in and then he broke
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| And so did my false love to thee
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| A ship there is, and she sails the seas
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| She’s laden 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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| O, love is handsome and love is fine
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| And love’s a jewel o while it is new
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| But when it is old, it groweth cold
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| And fades away, like morning dew |