Lyrics

One morning fair I took the air Down by Blackwater side 'Twas gazing all around me Was 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