One morning fair to take the air Down by blackwaterside It was in gazing all around me An 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 gathered his clothes Saying fair thee well today That's not the promise that you made to me When first you lay in my bed You made me believe with your lying tongue That the sun rose in the west Then go home, go home to your father's hall Go home and cry your fill And you think of your own misfortune That you brought with your wanton will There's not a girl in this whole wide world As easily led as I Sure it's fishes they'll fly and the sees will run dry It's then you'll marry I