| 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 me a boat to cross o’er the Tyne
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| For its 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 |