The water is wide
I cannot get o'er And neither have I wings to fly Give me a boat that can carry two And both shall row my love and I O love is handsome and love is fine And love's a jewel while its first new But love grows old, and waxes gold And fades away like morning dew There is a ship, its sailing the sea It's loaded deep as deep can be But not so deep as my love for him I know not if I sink or swim The water is wide I cannot get o'er And neither have I wings to fly Give me a boat that can carry two And both shall row my love and I And both shall row my love and I
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