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