One morning fair I took the air That hung about black waterside T'was a gazing path all around it And the Irish that I spied
All through the fog, the heart of the night We lay in sport and at play Till this young man arose and gathered his clothes Singing 'Fair thee well today!'
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
And so go home to your fathers garden Go home and await your fill And think on your own misfortune That you brought with your wanton will
One morning fair I took the air That hung about black waterside T'was a gazing path all around it And the Irish that I spied...