One morning fair I took he air

Down by blackwater side

'Twas gazing all al 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 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.