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