Water of Tyne - Sheila Armstrong (希拉·阿姆斯特朗)
Written by：David Haslam
I cannot get to my love
If I would thee
The water of tyne
Runs between her and me
And here I must stand
With a tear in my eye
Both sighing and sickly
My sweetheart to see
I cannot get to my love
If I would thee
The water of tyne
Runs between her and me
And here I must stand
With a tear in my eye
Both sighing and sickly
My sweetheart to see
Oh where is the boatman
My bonny hinny
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 troubles rewarded shall be
To ferry me over the tyne to my honey
Or scull her across the rough river
To me