This has been rattling around inside my poor bald head all morning:
I cannot get to my love if I would die:
The water of Tyne runs between her and me;
And here I must stand with a tear in my eye,
Both sighing and sobbing my sweetheart to see.
O where is the boatman, my bonny hinny?
O 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 that rough river to me.
Here's a version from Blip.
And here's the tune on YouTube: