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Cecil Sharp collected a version of this song in Somerset. The timing in this version is American, I think, with my harmonies. |
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Lyrics The water is wide I cannot get o’er, Unison and neither have I wings to fly Give me a boat that will carry two, and both shall row my love and I
O down in the meadow the other day, Harmony from here a-gathering flowers both fine and gay A gathering flowers both red and blue, I little thought what love can do
I put my hand into one soft bush, thinking the sweetest flower to find I pricked my finger right to the bone, and left the sweetest flower alone
I leaned my back up against some oak, Women thinking it was a trusty tree But first it bended and then it broke, and so did my false love to me
A ship there is and she sails the sea, Men she’s loaded deep as deep can be But not so deep as the love I’m in, I know not if I sink or swim
O love is handsome and love is fine, All and love’s a jewel when first it’s new But when it’s old, it groweth cold, and fades away like morning dew
The water is wide |
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