Blackwaterside - Altan

One evening fair to take the air

Down by Blackwaterside

'Twas a-gazing all around me

That the Irish lad I spied

All through the far 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 on 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 misfortune

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 is then that you’ll marry I

It is then that you’ll marry I