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My Bark is on the Tyne.
1849.
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[Founded on an old Northumbrian song, of which I never heard more than the tune and chorus:
“------ Till the tide come in, till the tide come in,
We'll kiss a bonny lassie till the tide come in.”
Set to music by Alicia Bennett.]
We'll kiss a bonny lassie till the tide come in.”
My bark is on the Tyne, and the wind blows fair;
The tide is rising fast, and I've little time to spare;
But, before the latest moment, to part would be a sin!
So we'll kiss, my bonny Mary, till the tide come in.
Till the tide come in, till the tide come in,
We'll kiss, my bonny Mary, till the tide come in.
The tide is rising fast, and I've little time to spare;
But, before the latest moment, to part would be a sin!
So we'll kiss, my bonny Mary, till the tide come in.
Till the tide come in, till the tide come in,
We'll kiss, my bonny Mary, till the tide come in.
But why that filling eye, and that pale drooping brow?
I cannot bear those sighs, love! I pray suppress them now.
Let all without seem pleasure, though all be sad within,
And we'll kiss, my bonny Mary, till the tide come in.
Till the tide come in, &c.
I cannot bear those sighs, love! I pray suppress them now.
Let all without seem pleasure, though all be sad within,
And we'll kiss, my bonny Mary, till the tide come in.
Till the tide come in, &c.
I thank thee for that smile, it is sunshine to me;
And I'll keep it in my heart when I'm far away at sea;
It will lighten on my watch when the lonely hours begin!
So we'll kiss, my bonny Mary, till the tide come in.
Till the tide come in, &c.
And I'll keep it in my heart when I'm far away at sea;
It will lighten on my watch when the lonely hours begin!
So we'll kiss, my bonny Mary, till the tide come in.
Till the tide come in, &c.
It will lighten on my watch, like a moonbeam on deck;
It will shine if there be battle, it will gleam if there be wreck;
It will nerve my soul in danger, an honoured name to win!
So we'll kiss, my bonny Mary, till the tide come in.
Till the tide come in, &c.
It will shine if there be battle, it will gleam if there be wreck;
It will nerve my soul in danger, an honoured name to win!
So we'll kiss, my bonny Mary, till the tide come in.
Till the tide come in, &c.
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Again that eye is filled! Well, unblamed it now must be;
But weep not long, my dearest; and breathe oft a prayer for me!
That prayer shall safe return me from the storm's or battle's din,
To woo my bonny Mary till the tide come in!
Till the tide come in, &c.
But weep not long, my dearest; and breathe oft a prayer for me!
That prayer shall safe return me from the storm's or battle's din,
To woo my bonny Mary till the tide come in!
Till the tide come in, &c.
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