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The water is wide, I cannot get over |
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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 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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So did my love prove false to me |
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I reached my finger into some soft bush |
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Thinking the fairest flower to find |
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I pricked my finger to the bone |
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And left the fairest flower behind |
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Oh, love be handsome and love be kind |
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Gay as a jewel when first it is new |
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But love grows old and waxes cold |
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And fades away like the morning dew |
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Must I go bound while you go free |
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Must I love a man who doesn't 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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When cockle shells turn silver bells |
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Then will my love come back to me |
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When roses bloom in winter's gloom |
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Then will my love return to me |
