BLACKWATERSIDE

One evening fair I took the air
down by Blackwaterside,
and on gazing all around me
'twas the Irish lad I spied.

All for the first part of that night
we two did sport and play.
Then the young man arose and gathered his clothes,
saying "fare thee well today."

That's not the promise you made to me
when you lay upon my breast,
for you made me believe with your lying tongue
that the sun rose in the west.

Go home, go home to your father's house.
Go home and cry your fill.
And think on your misfortune
that you brought with your wanton will.

There's not a girl in this whole wide world
so easily led as I.
Sure the fishes will fly and the seas will run dry,
sure it's then that you'll marry me.

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