Waters of Tyne Sting

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 true love to see

Oh, where is the boatman, oh 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

It's starting to rain and I'm froze to the marrow
I see her as plainly as she can see me
There's less than a mile between North Shields and Jarrow
And the ship of my heart's carried out to the sea

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 that rough river to me