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!' (Break) 
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...