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Bert Jansch

"Black Waterside"

One morning fair
I took the air
Down by the black waterside
And in gazing all around me
The Irish lad I spied


All through the fair part of that night
We lay in sport and play
Then that young man arose and gathered his clothes
Saying, "Fare thee well today"


That's not the promise that you gave to me
When you lay upon my breast
For you had made me believe with your lying tongue
That the sun rose in the west

Go home, go home, to your father's garden
Go home and cry your fill
And think on your misfortune
That you've wrought with your wanton will

One morning fair
I took the air
Down by the black waterside
And in gazing all around me
The Irish lad I spied

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