| The water is wide, I cannot cross o’er
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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 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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| I know not if I’ll sink or swim
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| O Love is handsome, and love is fine
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| the sweetest jewel, when first it’s 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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| Must I go bound, while you go free
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| must I love a man, who does not love me
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| Must I be born with so little art
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| as to love a man who’ll break my heart
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| The water is wide, I can’t cross o’er
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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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| And both shall row, my love and I |