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There is a ship and she sails the sea |
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She's loaded deep, as deep can be |
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But not as 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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Just as my love proved false to me |
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Oh, love is gentle, and love is kind |
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The sweetest flower 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 mornin' dew |
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The water is wide, i cannot get o'er |
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Neither have i the 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 |