Blackwater Side from Wanderer by Cara Dillon

One morning fair
I took the air
Down by Blackwater side
‘Twas gazing all around me
Was the Irish lad I spied

All through the first part
of that night
We lay in sport and play
Then this young man arose
and gathered his clothes
Saying ‘Fare you well today’

That’s not the promise
you gave to me
When you first lay on my bed
And you made me believe
with your lying tongue
That the sun rose in the west

Then 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
Why it’s then you’ll marry I
Why it’s then you’ll marry I

• Acoustic
• Celtic
• Folk
• Irish
• irishfolk
• singer-songwriter