Blackwater Side - Hazel O'Connor, Cormac De Barra

One morning fair as I took the air

Down by Blackwater Side

And when staring all around me

An Irish lad I spied

All through the far part of the night

We spent in sport and play

Then the young man rose and put on his clothes

Saying faretheewell today

Go back, go back to your father’s garden

Go back and cry your fill

And think upon your sad misfortune

You brought on by your wanton will

That’s not the promise that you made to me

When you lay on my breast

I would have believed with your lying tongue

That the sun rose in the west

Go back, go back to your father’s garden

Go back and cry your fill

And think upon your sad misfortune

You brought on by your wanton will

There’s not a girl in this whole wide world

As easily led as I

And when fishes do fly and seas do run dry

It is when you will marry I

Go back, go back to your father’s garden

Go back and cry your fill

And think upon your sad misfortune

You brought on by your wanton will

You brought on by your wanton will

You brought on by your wanton will