I cannot get to my love if I would dee,
The water of Tyne runs between him and me,
And here I must stand with a tear in my e'e,
Both sighing and sickly my sweetheart to see.
O where is the boatman? My bonny hinny!
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 the rough river to me.
I cannot get to my love if I would dee,
The water of Tyne runs between him
and me,
And here I must stand with a tear in my e'e,
Both sighing and sickly my sweetheart to see.