| The water is wide, I can’t cross o’er
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| And neither have I the 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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| Oh love is handsome, and love is kind
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| Shining bright like a jewel, when first its new;
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| But love grows old, and waxes cold
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| And fades away, like morning dew
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| 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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| The water is wide, I can’t cross o’er
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| And neither have I the 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 |