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O, Waly, Waly
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The water is wide, I cannot get o'er, And neither have I wings to fly, O, go and get me some little boat, To carry o'er my true love and I. A-down in the meadow the other day, A-gath'ring flowers both fine and gay, A-gath'ring flowers both red and blue, I little thought what love can do. I put my hand into some soft bush, Thinking the fairest flower to pluck; I pricked my finger unto the bone And left the fairest flower alone. I leaned my back against some oak, Thinking it was a trusty tree, But first he bended and then he broke, And so my true love proved false to me. There is a ship sailing on the sea, She's loaded deep as deep can be; But not so deep as in love I am, I care not whether I sink or swim. Where love is planted, O, there it grows, It grows and blossoms like the rose. It has a sweet and pleasant smell No flow'r on earth can it excel. Must I be bound, O, and she go free, Must I love one that cannot love me ? Why must I play such a childish part, And love a girl that will break my heart ? O, love is handsome and love is fine, And love is charming when it is true; As it grow older, it groweth colder, And fades away like the morning dew.