One morning fair I took the air
Down by Blackwater side
Twas gazing all around me
Twas the Irish lad I spied
All through the first part of that night
We lay in sport and play
Then this young man arose and gathered his clothes
Saying, "Fare you well today"
That's not the promise you gave to me
When you first lay on my bed
And you made me believe with your lying tongue
That the sun rose in the west
Then go home, go home, to your father's garden
Go home and weep your fill
And think upon your own misfortune
That you brought with your wanton will
There's not one girl in this whole town
As easily led as I
When the sky does fall and the seas run dry
Why, it's then you'll marry I
Why, it's then you'll marry I
Why, it's then you'll marry I
