Down by Blackwater Side

One evening fair to take the air Down by Blackwater side It was gazing all, all around me Towards the Irish lad I spied All through the first part of that night Well, we lie in sport and play Then this young man, he arose and gathered his clothes He said, "Fare thee well today" Well, that's not the promise that you gave to me When first you lay on my bed You could make me believe with your lying tongue That the sun rose in the west Then go home, go home to your father's garden You go home and weep your fill And you think of your own misfortune That you brought with your wanton will For there's not a girl in this whole world wide As easily led as I Sure, it's fishes they'll fly and the seas run dry Tis then you'll marry I