As I Roved Out Songtext
von Altan

Oh, as I roved out one bright summer′s morn'
Down by Blackwaterside
I′d be gazing on the flowers that did bloom all around
When a pretty Irish girl I spied

Oh 'twas red and rosy was her cheeks
Golden yellow was her hair
As I clasped her by the lily-white hand
And I said, "My young sweetheart fair"


There'd be many a good man′s daughter
Going around from town to town
There′d be many a good man's daughter with
Her hair all hanging down

They′ll be rocking the cradles the whole day long
Singing, "Low-la, low-la, low"
Was there ever a poor misfortunate girl
Was as easily led as you?

Oh, that wasn't the promise that you made to me
Down by Blackwaterside
That wasn′t the promise you made to me
When you asked me to be your bride


That wasn't the promise that you made to me
When you swore you′d be loyal and true
When the fishes fly and the seas run dry
I'll return and I'd marry you