One morning fair
As I chanced the air
Down by black water side
'Twas in gazing all around me
That an Irish girl I spied

All in the fore part
Of the night
They rolled in sport and play
Then this young man arose
And he put on his clothes
Saying Far - el - dy well to-day

That's not the promise you made to me
When you lay upon my breast;
You could make 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 of the sad misfortune
I brought on with my wanton will

There's not a flower in this whole world
As easily led as I;
And when fishes can fly and seas do run dry
It is then that you'll marry I