Waters of Tyne

I cannot get to my love if I would die

For the waters of Tyne run between her and me

And here I must stand with a tear in my 'ee

Both sighing and sickly, my true love to see

Oh, where is the boatman, oh my bonny hinney?

Oh, 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

It's starting to rain and I'm froze to the marrow

I see her as plainly as she can see me

There's less than a mile between North Shields and Jarrow

And the ship of my heart's carried out to the sea

Oh, 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