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The water is wide, I cannot get o'er, And neither have I wings to fly.
Give me a boat that will carry two, And both shall row, my love and I.
Oh, down in the meadows the other day, A-gathering flowers, both fine and gay,
A-gathering flowers, both red and blue, I little thought what love can do.
I leaned my back up against some oak, Thinking that it might be greener on the other side.
I leaned my back up against some oak, Thinking that he was a trusty tree,
But first he bended, and then he broke, And so did my false love to me.
The water is wide, I cannot get o'er, And neither have I wings to fly.
Give me a boat that will carry two, And both shall row, my love and I.
And both shall row, my love and I.
