One evening fair, to take the air Down by Blackwaterside 'Twas a-gazing all around me That the Irish lad, I spied All through the far part of the night We did lie in sport-and-play When this young man arose, and gathered his clothes Saying, Fare thee well, today That's not the promise that you gave to me When you lay on my breast You could make me believe, with your lying words That the sun rose in the west Go home, go home, to your father's garden Go home, and weep your fill And think on your own misfortune You brought-on with your wanton will For there's not a girl in this whole, wide world As easily led as I And when fishes can fly, and the rivers run-dry It is then that you'll marry I It is then that you'll marry I