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    The Water Is Wide

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    The speaker expresses their deep love for someone who does not return their affection. They wish to cross the wide water together in a boat, but their love has grown cold like the morning dew. The speaker feels heartbroken, like when cockle shells turn to silver bells and roses bloom in winter - only then will their love return.

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    The speaker expresses their deep love for someone who does not return their affection. They wish to cross the wide water together in a boat, but their love has grown cold like the morning dew. The speaker feels heartbroken, like when cockle shells turn to silver bells and roses bloom in winter - only then will their love return.

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    The speaker expresses their deep love for someone who does not return their affection. They wish to cross the wide water together in a boat, but their love has grown cold like the morning dew. The speaker feels heartbroken, like when cockle shells turn to silver bells and roses bloom in winter - only then will their love return.

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    The Water Is Wide

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    The speaker expresses their deep love for someone who does not return their affection. They wish to cross the wide water together in a boat, but their love has grown cold like the morning dew. The speaker feels heartbroken, like when cockle shells turn to silver bells and roses bloom in winter - only then will their love return.

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    The Water is wide (trad.

    The water is wide, I cannot get over But love grows old and waxes cold

    Neither have I, wings to fly And fades away like the morning dew

    Give me a boat, that can carry two


    Must I go bound while you go free
    And both shall row, my love and I
    Must I love a man who doesn't love me

    A ship there is, and she sails the sea Must I be born with so little art

    She's loaded deep, as deep can be As to love a man who'll break my heart

    But not so deep, as the love I'm in


    When cockle shells turn silver bells
    I know not if, I sink or swim
    Then will my love come back to me

    I leaned my back, against an oak When roses bloom in winter's gloom

    Thinking it was, a trusty tree Then will my love return to me

    But first it bent and then it broke

    So did my love prove false to me

    I reached my finger into some soft bush

    Thinking the fairest flower to find

    I pricked my finger to the bone

    And left the fairest flower behind

    Oh love be handsome and love be kind

    Gay as a jewel when first it is new

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