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