The Verdant Braes of Skreen

As I roved out one evening fair
 By the verdant braes of Skreen.
 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 the wee birds all 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 girl
 And your heart's no longer mine," she said
 "And your heart's no longer mine."
 "But I will climb a high, high tree
 And I'll rob a wild bird's nest
 And back I'll bring what I find there
 To the arms that I love best," she said
 "To the arms that I love best."