[Verse 1]
One evening fair I took the air
Down by Blackwaterside
And in gazing all around me
It was the Irish girl I spied
[Verse 2]
All the first part of the night
We roamed in sport and play
Then this young man arose, put on his clothes
And he said fare you well the day
[Verse 3]
That's not the promise you made to me
When you lay upon my breast
You made me believe with your lying tongue
That the sun rose in the west
[Verse 4]
Go home, go home to your father's doorway
Go home and cry your fill
Till the seas run dry and the fish they fly
And the streams of your life are still
Blackwaterside was written by Traditional.
Blackwaterside was produced by Al Scott.