BLACKWATERSIDE
(Anne Briggs)

Anne Briggs



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



(Contributed by =Ae= - July 2011)