Blackwater Side

Source: The Stone Fiddle by Paddy Tunney

Location: New Edition, page 124 / 125

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Oh, as I roved out fine summer’s morn

Down by Balckwater Side.

I being gazing on the flowers that do bloom all around,

When a pretty young Irish girl I spied.

‘Twas red and rosy were her cheeks,

Golden yellow was her hair.

I caught her by the lily-white hand,

And I said: “My young lady fair.”

“There be many’s a good man’s daughter

Going around from town to town.

There be many’s a good man’s daughter

with her hair all hanging adown.

They be rocking their cradles the whole day long

Singing loola and loola lo.

Was there ever a poor misfortunate girl

Was as easily led as you?”

“That wasn’t the promise you amde to me

Down by Balckwater Side.

That wasn’t the promise you made to me

When you asked me to be your bride.

That wasn’t the promise you made to me

When you swore to be loyal and true.”

“When the fishes sly and the seas run dry,

I’ll return and I’ll marry you.”

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