Blackwater Side (Live at McCabe's Guitar Shop) - Bert Jansch
One morning fair I took the air
Down by black water side
'Twas gazing all all around me
The Irish lad I spied
All through the fore part of the night
We lay in sport and play
Till this young man arose
And gathered his clothes
Saying fare thee well today
That's not the promise that you gave to me
When first you lay on my breast
You could make me believe
With your lying tongue
That the sun rose in the west
Well then go home now to your father's garden
Go home and weep your fill
And think on your own misfortune
That you've brought with your want and will
One morning fair I took the air
Down by black water side
'Twas gazing all all around me
The Irish lad I spied
