Debra Cowan - Blackwaterside (trad) Lyrics
One evening fair, I took the airDown by BlackwatersideWas gazing all around meThe Irish lad I spiedAll through the first part of the nightWe lay in sport and play‘Til this young man arose and gathered his clothesSaying, "Fare thee well today"That's not the promise that you made to meWhen first you lay on my breastYou could make me believe with your lying tongueThat the sun rose in the westGo home, go home to your father's gardenYou go home and weep your fillAnd think upon your own misfortuneThat you've brought with your wanton willThere's not a girl in this whole townAs easily led as ISure the fishes will fly and the seas will run dryThen it’s married you and IOne evening fair I took the air