Trad. arr. Hazel O`Connor - Cormac De Barra      One morning fair as I took the air    Down by Blackwater Side    And when staring all around me    An Irish lad I spied       All through the far part of the night    We spent in sport and play    Then the young man rose and put on his clothes    Saying faretheewell today       Go back, go back to your father's garden   Go back and cry your fill   And think upon your sad misfortune   You brought on by your wanton will       That's not the promise that you made to me    When you lay on my breast    I would have believed with your lying tongue    That the sun rose in the west       Go back, go back to your father's garden   Go back and cry your fill   And think upon your sad misfortune   You brought on by your wanton will       There's not a girl in this whole wide world   As easily led as I   And when fishes do fly and seas do run dry   It is when you will marry I      Go back, go back to your father's garden   Go back and cry your fill   And think upon your sad misfortune   You brought on by your wanton will    You brought on by your wanton will   You brought on by your wanton will