The Water of Tyne (arr. Elizabeth Poston)

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.