Oh as I roved out one bright summer'smorn,
Down by Blackwater side,
I'd be gazing on the flowers that did bloom all around,
When a pretty Irish girl I spied,
Oh' t was red and rosy wa she r cheeks,
Golden yellow was her hair,
As I clasped her by the lily-white hand,
And I said," My young sweet heart fair",
There be many a goodman's daughter,
Going around from town to town,
There be many a goodman's daughter with,
Her hair all hanging down
They'll be rocking the cradles the whole day long
Singing," Low-la, low-la, low",
Was the reeverapoormis fortunate girl,
Was as easily ledas you?
Oh that wasn't the promise that you made tome,
Down by Blackwater side,
That wasn't the promise that you made to me,
When you asked me to be your bride,
That wasn't the promise that you made to me,
When you swore you'd be loyal and true,
When the fishes fly and the sea srundry,
I'll return and I'll marry you.