Blackwaterside

One evening fair I took the airDown by Blackwaterside'Twas gazing all around meWhen the Irish lad I spiedAll through the first part of that nightWe did lie in sport and play,When this young man arose and he gathered his clothes,Saying, ``Fare thee well today''.That's not the promise that you gave to meWhen the first you lay on my breast,You could make me believe with your lying tongueThat the sun rose in the west.Go home, go home, to your father's gardenGo home and weep your fill,And think upon your own misfortuneWhich you bought with your wanton will.There's not one girl in this whole townAs easily led as I,And when the sky does fall and the seas will run dry,Why, it's then you'll marry I.