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The water is wide, I cannot cross over, |
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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 was, 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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And I know not how, I sink or swim. |
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I leaned my back up against some young oak, |
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Thinking he was a trusty tree, |
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But first he bended and then he broke, |
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And thus did my false love to me. |
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I put my hand into some soft bush, |
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Thinking the sweetest flower to find. |
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I pricked my finger to the bone, |
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And left the sweetest flower alone. |
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Oh, love is handsome, love is fine, |
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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 summer dew. |
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The seagulls wheel, they turn and dive, |
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The mountain stands beside the sea. |
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This world we know turns round and round, |
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And all for them - and you and me. |
