The water is wide, I cannot get o'er,
cnd neither have I wings to fly.
Give me a boat that will carry two,
cnd both shall row, my love and I.

O, down in the meadows the other day,
c-gath'ring flowers both fine and gay,
c-gath'ring flowers both red and blue,
I little thought what love can do.

I leaned my back against some oak
Thinking that he was a trusty tree;
But first he bended, and then he broke,
cnd so did my false love to me.

c ship there is, and she sails the sea,
she's loaded deep, as deep can be,
but not so deep as the love I mean,
I know not if I sink or swim.

Oh love is hansome and love is fine,
and loves a jewel while it is new,
but when it is old it groweth cold,
and fades away like morning dew.

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