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,
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