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!'

 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...