One morning fair I took the air
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That hung about black waterside
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T'was a gazing path all around it
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And the Irish that I spied
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All through the fog, the heart of the night
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We lay in sport and at play
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Till this young man arose and gathered his clothes
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Singing 'Fair thee well today!'
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(Break)
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That's not the promise that you gave to me
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When 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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And so go home to your fathers garden
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Go home and await your fill
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And think on your own misfortune
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That you brought with your wanton will
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One morning fair I took the air
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That hung about black waterside
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T'was a gazing path all around it
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And the Irish that I spied...
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Blackwaterslide
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| Bert Jansch |
