Blackwater Side

One morning fair I took the air
Down by Blackwater side.
'Twas gazing all around me
'Twas the Irish lad I spied.

All through the first part of that night
We lay in sport and play,
Then this young man arose and gathered his clothes,
Saying, "Fare you well today."

That's not the promise you gave to me
When you first lay on my bed,
And you made me believe with your lying tongue
That the sun rose in the west.

Then go home, go home, to your father's garden,
Go home and weep your fill.
And think upon your own misfortune
That you brought with your wanton will.

There's not one girl in this whole town
As easily led as I,
When the sky does fall and the seas run dry,
Why, it's then you'll marry I.

Why, it's then you'll marry I.
Why, it's then you'll marry I.