Blackwaterside Songtext
von Sophie Janna

One morning fair to take the air
Down by blackwaterside
It was in gazing all around me
An Irish lad I spied

All through the first part of the night
Well we lay in sport and play
Then this young man he arose
And gathered his clothes
Saying fair thee well today


That′s not the promise that you made to me
When first you lay in my bed
You made me believe with your lying tongue
That the sun rose in the west

Then go home, go home to your father's hall
Go home and cry your fill
And you think of your own misfortune
That you brought with your wanton will

There′s not a girl in this whole wide world
As easily led as I
Sure it's fishes they'll fly and the sees will run dry
It′s then you′ll marry I