THE WATER OF TYNE.
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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 skull him across that rough river to me.