Blackwaterside

One evening rare, I took the air
Down by Blackwaterside
And in gazing all around me
The Irish lad I spied

All for the first part of that night
We two did sport and play
Then that young man arose and gathered his clothes
Saying, "Fare thee well today"

That's not the promise that you gave 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 garden
Go home and cry your fill
And think on your misfortune
That you've wrought with your wanton will

There's not one girl in this whole world
So easily led as I
The fishes will fly and the seas will run dry
Sure, it's then that you'll marry I

DT #468
Laws O1
sung by Jean Redpath
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