The water is wide
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I cannot get o'er
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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 cross
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My (true) love and I
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I leaned my back against an oak
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Thinking it was a mighty tree
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But first it bent
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And then it broke
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So did my love prove false to me
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I put my hand
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In 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 behind
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Oh, love is handsome and love is kind
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Gay as a jewel when it is 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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The water is wide
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I cannot get o'er
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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 cross
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My true love and I
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Walie Walie
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| Joan Baez |
