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