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Written by anon |
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I cannot get to my love if I would die; |
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The water of tyne runs between her and me |
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And here I must stand with a tear in my 'ee, |
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Both sighing and sickly, my sweetheart to see |
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I cannot get to my love, if I would die; |
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The water of tyne runs between her and me |
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And here I must stand with a tear in my 'ee, |
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Both sighing and sickly my sweetheart to see |
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Oh, where is the boatman, my bonny hinny? |
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Oh, where is the boatman? bring him to me |
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To ferry me over the tyne to my honey, |
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And I will remember the boatman and thee |
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Oh, bring me a boatman, I'll give any money, |
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And you for your troubles rewarded shall be |
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To ferry me over the tyne to my honey |
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Or scull her across the rough river to me. |
