Blackwaterside

one evening fair I took the air

down by Blackwaterside

and in gazing all around me

it was the Irish girl I spied

all the first part of the night

we roamed in sport and play

then this young man arose, put on his clothes

and he said fare you well the day

that's not the promise you made to me

when you lay upon my breast

you made me believe with your lying tongue

that the sun rose in the west

go home go home to your father's doorway

go home end cry your fill

till the seas run dry and the fish they fly

and the streams of your life are still