Written by Anon
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I cannot get to my love if I would die;
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The water of Tyne runs between her and me
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And here I must stand with a tear in my 'ee,
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Both sighing and sickly, my sweetheart to see
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I cannot get to my love, if I would die;
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The water of Tyne runs between her and me
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And here I must stand with a tear in my 'ee,
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Both sighing and sickly my sweetheart to see
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Oh, where is the boatman, my bonny hinny?
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Oh, where is the boatman? Bring him to me
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To ferry me over the Tyne to my honey,
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And I will remember the boatman and thee
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Oh, bring me a boatman, I'll give any money,
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And you for your troubles rewarded shall be
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To ferry me over the Tyne to my honey
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Or scull her across the rough river to me.
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Waters Of Tyne
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