I cannot get to my love if I would die;
For the water of Tyne runs between her and me
And here I must stand with a tear in my 'ee,
Both sighing and sickly, my sweetheart to see.

I cannot get to my love if I would die;
For the waters of Tyne run between her and me
And here I must stand with a tear in my 'ee,
Both sighing and sickly, my sweetheart to see.

Oh, where is the boatman, my bonny hinney?
Oh, 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.

Oh, 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 her across the rough river to me

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): DAVE HARTLEY, JIMMY NAIL