River Tyne Foyboats

As a ship comes into the river, A foyboat man will then hook on, His job will never ever differ, For the mooring ropes he will don

As a ship comes into the river
A foyboat man will then hook on
His job will never ever differ
For the mooring ropes he will don

You often see the foyboats
They are dashing to and fro
You would think they were lost
Thinking which way will I now go

They do not work to regular times
It could be day or through the night
You can choose any time to look at the river
More than one will be charging around in full flight

Their boats are easy to spot
Black with a white necklace on show
Their job has a knack of its own
It is not just plain so, so

On a nice warm summers night
Yes the job would really be great
But what about a freezing night in winter
Now this is the job you will hate

It could now be early morning
Or it might be late into the afternoon
But if a ship comes into the piers
The foyman’s boat will appear soon

Now the busy days are nearly gone
The River Tyne is dying right down
The job of the rivers foyman
Is not so often now around

Their own little boats now nearly gone
Only the odd one will you now see
You can say the job of the foyman
Will just be another part of river history

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