The Water is Wide
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The water is wide; I can't cross o'er, And neither have I wings to fly. Give me a boat that can carry two, And both shall row, my love and I.
2. A ship there is, she sails the sea, | 3. I leaned my back against an oak, Knowing it was a trusty tree. At first it bent, but never broke; Thus did my love prove true to me.
4. O, love is handsome, love is fine, |