The water is wide, I cannot get o'er
And neither have I the wings to fly
Build me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row, my love and I.
A ship there is and she sails the seas
She's loaded deep, as deep can be
But not as deep as the love I'm in
I know not if I sink or swim.
I leaned my back up against a young oak
Thinking that he was a trusty tree
But first he bend and then he broke
And so did my false love to me.
O love is handsome and love is fine
And loves a jewel while it's new
But love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like morning dew

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