Blackwater Side

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