I
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The water is wide, I can't cross o'er
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Ad neither have I wings to fly
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Give me a boat that can carry two
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And we shall row, my love and I
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II
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For 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 morning dew
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III
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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 now how I sink or swim
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Repeat II then I
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The Water Is Wide
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| Mary Black |
