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Bring me a boat to cross to my dear, |
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I stand here alone, with my sweetheart so near, |
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Bring to me a boat to cross o'er the Tyne, |
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For it's deep murky waters part his heart and mine. |
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And the Tyne it flows on and out to the sea, |
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If a boat I am granted then safe let me be, |
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And gently I'll go, for gently I'll row, |
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As gently you breathe as you ebb and you flow. |
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Does he know I stand each day on the shore, |
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Does he know I'd give all to see him once more, |
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Does he know I've wept ten thousand times o're, |
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And is he still waiting as he was before. |
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And the Tyne it flows on and out to the sea, |
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If a boat I am granted then safe let me be, |
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And gently I'll go, for gently I'll row, |
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As gently you breathe as you ebb and you flow. |
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The boatman he wants the gold I can't give, |
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My parents are poor so I've nothing to give, |
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Only my heart and that will not float, |
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So please don't deny me and bring me a boat. |
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And the Tyne it flows on and out to the sea, |
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If a boat I am granted then safe let me be, |
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And gently I'll go, for gently I'll row, |
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As gently you breathe as you ebb and you flow |
