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