Blackwaterside

One morning fair to take the air

Down by Blackwaterside

'Twas a-gazing all around me

Was the Irish lad I spied

All through the far part of the night

Tell we lie in sport and play

Till this young man he arose

And he gathered his clothes

Saying fare you well today

That's not the promise

That you gave to me

When first you lay on my breast

You could make me believe

With your lying tongue

That the sun rose in the west

Go home go home

To your father's garden

You go home

And you weep your fill

And you think on your own misfortune

That you brought on

With your want and will

There's not a girl

In this whole wide world

As easily led as I

Sure the fishes

Sure fly

And the seas will run dry

It's then you'll married me