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The water is wide, I can-not cross o'er.
And neither have I the wings to fly.
Give me a boat that can carry two,
And both shall row, my love and I.
I leaned my back against a young oak
Thinking it were a trusty tree
but first it bended and then it broke
Thus did my love prove false to me.
I put my hand in some soft bush
Thinking the sweetest flow'r to find.
I prick'd my finger to the bone
And left the sweetest flow'r behind.
A ship there is and she sails the seas.
She's laden deep, as deep can be;
But not so deep as the love I'm in
And I know not if I sink or swim.
O love is handsome and love is kind
Bright as a jewel when first it's new
but love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like the morning dew.
And fades away like the morning dew.
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