One morning fair, I took the air
Down by Blackwater's side.
Twas in gazing all around me
The pirate that I spied.
All through the fall
part of the night We lay in sport and a play
Till this young man arose and the galleries closed
Saying fare thee well to day.
That's not the promise that you gave to me When first you
lay on my breast.
You could make me believe with your lying tongue
That the sun rose in the west.
Then go home to your father's garden.
Go home and weep your fill.
And think on your own misfortune
That you brought with your warmth and your
will.
One morning fair,
I took the air
Down by Blackwater's side.
Twas in gazing all around me The
Irish that I spied.
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