CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Blackwaterside

One evening fair I took the air
Down by Blackwaterside
'Twas gazing all around me
That an Irish lad I spied

All in the forepart of the night
We rolled in sport and play
Then this young man arose and he gathered his clothes
Saying, "Fare thee well today."

"That's not the promise you made to me
When you lay upon on my breast
For you could make me believe with the fall of your arm
That the sun it rose in the west."

"Go home, go home, to your father's garden
Go home and cry your fill
And think on thе sad misfortune
You brought with your wanton will."

"There's not a flowеr in this whole world
As easily led as I
And when fishes can fly and the seas all run dry
'Tis then you will marry I."