Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE VERDANT BRAES OF SKREEN 
As I rode 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 the forest green 
A lad I spied by Owen'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 Since I my true love have seen" 
"Oh 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." 
"Nor I'll not heed what an old man says For his days are nearly done And I'll not heed what a young man says For he's fair to many's the one," she said. "For he's fair to many's the one." 
"And I'll not heed what any man says Let his hair be white, black, or brown 
Save that he were on top of some high gallows tree And swearin' he'd wish to come down," she said. "And swearin' he'd wish to come down." 
"But 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."