The Verdant Braes Of Skreen As I roved out one morning Near the verdant braes of Skreen I put my back to the mossy tree To view the dew on the West Countrie The dew on the foreign strand. O sit ye 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 seen, he said Since I my true love seen. O I'll not sit on the grass, she said No lover I'll be 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. O 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, he said To the arms that I love best.