One evening fair I took the air
Down by Blackwaterside
‘Twas agazing all around me
Then the Irish lad I spied
All through the first part of the night
We did lie in sport and play,
When this young man arose and he gathered his clothes,
Saying, “Fare thee well today.”
That’s not the promise that you gave to me
When 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
Which you bought 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 they run dry,
Why, it’s then you’ll marry I.
Trad. Arr. Denny