"The Water Is Wide" by Niamh Parsons
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The water is wide, I cannot get oer
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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 row, my love and I
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A ship there is 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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I know not if I sink or swim
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I leaned my back against an oak
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Thinking it was a trusty tree
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But first it bent and then it broke
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So did my love prove false to me
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I reached my finger into some soft bush
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Thinking the fairest flower to find
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I pricked my finger to the bone
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And left the fairest flower behind
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Oh love be handsome and love be kind
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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 the morning dew
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Must I go bound while you go free
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Must I love a man who doesn't love me
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Must I be born with so little art
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As to love a man who'll break my heart
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When cockle shells turn silver bells
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Then will my love come back to me
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When roses bloom in winter's gloom
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Then will my love return to me
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The Water is Wide
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