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The water is wide, I cannot get o'er, |
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And neither have, I 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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O, down in the meadows the other day, |
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A-gath'ring flowers both fine and gay, |
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A-gath'ring flowers both red and blue, |
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I little thought what love can do. |
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I leaned my back up against an oak, |
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Thinking that he was a trusty tree; |
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But first he bent in and then he broke, |
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And so did my false love to thee. |
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A ship there is, and she sails the seas, |
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She's laden 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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O, love is handsome and love is fine, |
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And love's a jewel o while it is new, |
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But when it is old, it groweth cold, |
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And fades away, like morning dew. |