  I cannot get to my love if I should dee, The water of Tyne runs between him 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 honey? O where is the boatman?—bring him 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 him across that rough river to me! |
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