Author: Unknown
One evening fair as I took the air by down Blackwater side
While gazing all around me an Irish lass I spied
All through the first part of the evening we rolled in sport and play
Then the young man arose and gathered his clothes singing fare thee well ’tis day
That’s not the promise you made to me when you lay on my breast
But you made me believe with your lying tongue that the sun it rose in the west
Go home go home to your fathers garden go home and cry your fill
And think of the sad misfortune brought on by your wanton will
There’s not a girl in all the country so easily led as I
When fishes they fly love and seas they run dry love it is then I will marry aye