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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. Aus Songtexte Mania