Black Waterside

One evening fair, I took the air
Down by black waterside
'Twas in gazing all around me
Was the Irish lad I spied

All through the first part of the night
We did lay and sport and play
Then this young man arose and gathered his clothes
And said, "Fare you well, I am away."

That's not the promise that she gave to me
When first you laid in my bed
You can make me believe with your lying tongue
That the sun rose in the west

Go home, go home to your father's garden
Go home and weep your fill
And you can think about your own misfortune
That you got with your wanton will

Thеre's not a girl in this whole town
As easily lеd as I
And when the sky does fall, and the rivers run dry
Well, it's then you'll marry I