| There is a ship and she sails the sea
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| She’s loaded deep, as deep can be
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| But not as 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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| Just as my love proved false to me
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| Oh, love is gentle, and love is kind
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| The sweetest flower when first it’s new
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| But love grows old and waxes cold
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| And fades away like the mornin' dew
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| The water is wide, I cannot get o’er
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| Neither have I the 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 |