| As I roved out one evening fair
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| By the verdant braes of Skreen
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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 girl
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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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| «But 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 what I find there
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| To the arms that I love best,» she said
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| «To the arms that I love best.» |