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 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 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"