I cannot get to my love, if I would dee,
The water of Tyne runs between her and me;
And here I must stand with the tear in my e'e,
Both sighing and sickly my sweetheart to see.
O where is the boatman ? my bonny hinny!
O where is the boatman? bring her to me,-
To ferry me over the Tyne to my honey,
And I will remember the boatman and thee.
O bring me a boatman, I'll give any money,
And you for your trouble rewarded shall be,
To ferry me over the Tyne to my honey,
Or scull her across that rough river to me.
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