Blackwater Side - Anne Briggs
One morining fair to took the air
Down by blackwater side
'Twas gazing all around me
When the irish lad I spied
All through the first part of that night
We did lie in sport and play
Then this young man arose and gathered his clothes
And said fare ye well today
That's not the promise you gave to me
When first you lay on my breast
You made 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 think upon your own misfortune
That you brought with your wanton will
There's not one girl in this whole town
As easily led as I
And the seas run dry
Why it's then you'll marry I
