The Water of Tyne

I canna get to my love, if I would dee,

The water o' Tyne runs between her and me;

And here I must stand, wi' 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? I'll give any money

To ferry me ower the Tyne to my hinny,

And I will remember the boatman and thee.

O bring me a boatman - I'll give any money,

And you for your trouble rewarded'll be,

To ferry me over the Tyne to my hinny,

Or scull her across that rough river to me.