the verdant braes of screen
As I roved out one evening fair |
By the verdant braes of Screen |
I set my back to a hawthorn tree |
To view the sun in the west country |
And the dew on the forest green |
A lad I spied by Abhann's side |
And a maiden by his knee |
And he was as dark as the very brown wood |
And she all whey and wan to see |
All whey and wan was she |
"Oh sit you down on the grass," he said |
"On the dewy grass so green |
For all the wee birds have come and gone |
Since I my true love have seen," he said |
"Since I my true love have seen" |
"Then I'll not sit on the grass," she said |
"Nor be a love of thine |
For I hear you love a Connaught maid |
And your heart's no longer mine," she said |
"And your heart's no longer mine" |
"And I will climb a high, high tree |
And I'll rob a wild bird's nest |
And back I'll bring whatever I do find |
To the arms that I love best." she said |
"To the arms that I love best" |