One evening fair as I took the air Down
by Blackwaterside O 'twas there a gazing
all around That Irish lad I spied
All through the far part of the night We
rolled in sport and play This young man
rose And he gathered his clothes Saying
"Fare thee well the day"
That's not the promise you gave to me When
first you lay on my breast O you could
made me believe With your lying tongue That
the sun rose in the west
Go home, go home to your fathers keep Go
home and weep your fill Think upon your
own misfortune By your wanton will
There's not a girl in this wide world So
easily led as I Sure the fish will fly
And the seas run dry And it's then he'll
marry I
There's many a star shall shine in
the west As many a leaf below Many
a damn shall light upon man For serving
a poor girl so
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