| The water is wide, I can’t cross o’er
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| Nor do I have light wings to fly
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| Build 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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| And I know not how I sink or swim
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| I leaned my back up against an 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 a bush
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| The sweetest flower there 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 and love is fine
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| It’s like a gem 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 morning dew |