One morning fair I took he airnDown by blackwater sidenTwas gazing all around menThe Irish lad I spiednnAll through the fore part of the nightnWe lay in sport and playnTill this young man arose and gathered his clothesnSaying 'Fare thee well todaynThat's not the promise that you gave to mennWhen first you lay on my breastnYou could make me believe with your lying tonguenThat the sun rose in the WestnnWell then go home to your father's gardennGo home and weep your fillnAnd think on your own misfortunenThat you've brought with your want and will.