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The water is wide I can not cross over

 And neither have I wings to fly

 But build me a boat that can carry two

 And both shall roam my love and I

 A ship there is and she sails the sea

 Sailing as deep as deep can be

 But not so deep as the love I am in

 I know not how I sink or swim

 I leaned my back against some young oak

 Thinking that he was a trusty tree

 But first he bent and then he broke

 And thus did my false love and me