And here I sit with a tear in my eye, the waters of Tyne in between you and I
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And here I sit with a tear in my eye, the waters of Tyne in between you and I
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As a child I dreamed of her, on the far banks of the river
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I knew she could not be reached, for my mind was forever wondering
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Far above his head, as he tried his best to teach me
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The river was muddy and black, black as the coal she carried
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Impossible to cross, many men had tried
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The old sailor told me, another life is lost
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And here I sit with a tear in my eye, the waters of Tyne in between you and I
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And here I sit with a tear in my eye, the waters of Tyne in between you and I
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Black was the colour of my childish dreams, impressions that would last
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Black coal, coal black pit yacka's face, escaping the coal dust blast
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Blind pony stumblin' to the light of day, to retire in the green fields forever
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And I'll build me a bridge of steel, to beat the black river forever
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I'll beat that black river forever, I'll beat that muddy river forever
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And here I sit with a tear in my eye, the waters of Tyne in between you and I
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And here I sit with a tear in my eye, the waters of Tyne in between you and I
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Conversation in a London Bar:
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Cockney: I don't know why you geezers come down to London all the time, 'cause you look so miserable all the time, y'know.
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Geordie: That's true, I havna been too happy but what brought us down here was three years on the docks and I just come down here for work and for money and get a bit few, few more quid in me pocket.
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Cockney: Yeah, but coming down to the smoke, mate, you need people to see , you'll need friends, to goin' to see because it's a hard town down here.
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The Immigrant Lad
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| The Animals |
