One evening fair I took the air
Down by Blackwaterside.
And in 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 that young man arose and gathered up his clothes,
Saying, "Fair lady, well a-day."
Oh, 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 misfortunes
And that you brought with your wanton will.
For there's not one girl in this wide world
So easily led as I,
Oh, the fishes will fly and the seas will run dry,
Sure it is then you'll marry I.
One evening fair I took the air
Down by Blackwaterside.
And in gazing all around me
'Twas the Irish lad I spied.