Blackwaterside

One evening fair to take the air Down by Blackwater side It was gazing all, all around me Towards the Irish lad I spied

All through the first part of that night Well, we lie in sport and play

Then this young man, he arose and gathered his clothes He said, "Fare thee well today"

Well, that's not the promise that you gave to me When first you lay on my bed You could make me believe with your lying tongue That the sun rose in the west

Then go home, go home to your father's garden You go home and weep your fill And you think of your own misfortune That you brought with your wanton will

For there's not a girl in this whole world wide As easily led as me Sure, it's fishes will fly and the seas run dry Tis then I'll marry thee.

Trad/arr Peacock's Tale. The tune is Irish as is the young man. The images are of the River Blackwater in Essex, the probable scene of the story and the words are an old English folk lyric telling the same old folk tale of a young woman beguiled, though we adjust it slightly so that she sees through him before the end. We got it in one take and in one lump (apart from the brief hand drum on the instrumental) as I'm playing a foot drum with each foot under my bass while Maz is doing her usual multi task thing. Nice and simple.