One evening fair I 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, I am away" 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 When the sky does fall and the seas run dry Why it's then you'll marry I