Blackwaterslide

One morning fair

I took the air

That hung about black waterside

T'was a gazing path all around it

And the Irish that

I spied All through the fog, the heart of the night

We lay in sport and at play

Till this young man arose and gathered his clothes

Singing 'Fair thee well today!' (Break)

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

And so go home to your fathers garden

Go home and await your fill

And think on your own misfortune

That you brought with your wanton will

One morning fair

I took the air

That hung about black waterside

T'was a gazing path all around it

And the Irish that

I spied...