Song Lyrics

One evening fair to take the air
Down by Blackwater side
It was gazing all, all around me
Towards the Irish lad I spied

All through the first part of that night
Well, we lie in sport and play
Then this young man, he arose and 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 world wide
As easily led as I
Sure, it's fishes they'll fly and the seas run dry
Tis then you'll marry I

Dp, Anne Briggs, Dp Dp

The duration of Blackwaterside is 3:51 minutes and seconds.