Blackwater Side (Briggs Anne)

One morning fair to take the air Down by Blackwater side. 'Twas in gazing all, all around me 'Twas the Irish lad I spied. All through the first part of the night Well, we lay in sport and play, Then this young man he arose and he gathered his clothes, He said, “Fare thee well today.” Well, that's not the promise that you gave to me When first you lay on my bed, You could make me believe with your lying tongue That the sun rose in the west. Then go home, go home, to your father's garden, You go home and weep your fill. And you think of your own misfortune That you brought with your wanton will. For there's not a girl in this whole wide world As easily led as I, Sure it's fishes they'll fly and the seas run dry, 'Tis then you'll marry I.