Blackwaterside - Oysterband
Written by：Tradicional/Chopper/Jones/Partis/Prosser/Telfer/ Jones/ Partis/ Prosser/ Telfer
One evening fair
I took the air
Down by
Blackwaterside
And in gazing all
Around me
When the Irish girl I spied
All the first part
Of that night
We woun't in sport and play
Then this young man arose
Gathered his clothes
And he saying fare you well today
That's not the promise
You gave to me
When you lay on my breast
You make 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 crying your fill
To the seas will
Run dry
And the fish they fly
And the streams
Of your life are still
