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 her forest green.
A lad I spied by Abhann's side And a maiden on his knee And he was as dark as the berry 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 dewey 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 "No be a love of thine For I hear you love a Connacht 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."