As I laid out on a May mornin'
By the Verdant Braes of Screen
I stood my back to a leafy tree
To view the dew on a far county
The dew on a far green
"Oh I'll not sit on the grass" she said
"No lover will I be of thine
For I hear ye lie with a corner" girl
"And your heart's no longer mine" she said
"And your heart's no longer mine"
"Oh I will climb yon high high tree
And I'll rob that wild bird's nest
And back I'll bring water I find
To the arms I love the best" he said
"To the arms I love the best"