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The water is wide, and 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.

For love is gentle and love is kind,

And love is sweet when first it’s new,

But love grows old and waxes cold

And fades away like morning dew.

There is a ship and it sails the sea,

She’s loaded deep, as deep can be,

But not as deep as the love I’m in,

I know not how I sink or swim.

The water is wide, and 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.