The
Bay is wide I can’t cross o’er
And neither have I wings to fly
Build me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row, my love and I
There is a ship and she sails the sea
So blue and deep, as deep can be
But not so deep as the love I miss
And without her love I know not if I sink or swim
But love is handsome and love is fine
The sweetest flow’r when first its new
But love grows old, then it waxes cold
And fades away, like summer dew
Yes, her love grew old, then it turned so cold, cold cold
And faded away, in spite of all I could do
But the Bay is wide, I can’t cross o’er
And neither have I wings to fly
But I can build a boat that can carry two
And both shall row, my love and I
And both shall row, my green-eyed love and I
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