Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Blackwaterside 
One evening fair, to take the air Down by Blackwaterside 'Twas a gazing all around me That the Irish lad I spied. 
All through first part of the night We did lie in sport and play When this young man arose and gathered his clothes Saying "Fare thee well, today." 
That's not the promise that you gave to me When you lay upon my breast You could make me believe with your lying words That the sun rose in the West. 
Go home, go home, to your father's garden Go home and weep your fill And think on your own misfortunes That you brought on with your want and will. 
For there's not a girl in this whole wide world As easily led as I And when fishes can fly and the seas run dry It's then that you'll marry I.