The Water is Wide, I cannot get o’er,
And neither have I The wings to fly.
Give me a boat, that will carry two,
And both shall row, my love and I.
Where love is planted. oh there it grows,
It grows and blossoms like a rose.
It had a sweet and pleasant smell
No flow’r can it excel.
I leaned my back against a young oak,
Thinking he were a trusty tree,
But first he bended and then he broke,
Thus did my love prove false to me.
O love is handsome and love is fine
And love’s a jew’l when it is new
But leave it alone, it grows so cold
And fades away like the morning dew.
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