| One morning fair as I took the air
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| Down by Blackwater Side
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| And when staring all around me
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| An Irish lad I spied
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| All through the far part of the night
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| We spent in sport and play
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| Then the young man rose and put on his clothes
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| Saying faretheewell today
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| Go back, go back to your father’s garden
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| Go back and cry your fill
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| And think upon your sad misfortune
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| You brought on by your wanton will
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| That’s not the promise that you made to me
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| When you lay on my breast
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| I would have believed with your lying tongue
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| That the sun rose in the west
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| Go back, go back to your father’s garden
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| Go back and cry your fill
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| And think upon your sad misfortune
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| You brought on by your wanton will
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| There’s not a girl in this whole wide world
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| As easily led as I
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| And when fishes do fly and seas do run dry
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| It is when you will marry I
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| Go back, go back to your father’s garden
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| Go back and cry your fill
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| And think upon your sad misfortune
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| You brought on by your wanton will
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| You brought on by your wanton will
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| You brought on by your wanton will |