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Posted By: GUEST,mgarvey@pacifier.com
16-Jan-02 - 09:48 PM
Thread Name: Origin: The Verdant Braes of Skreen
Subject: ADD: The Verdant Braes of Skreen
here are words I learned from Dave MacDonald, a Welshman living in Newfoundland.
The Verdant Braes of Skreen
As I roved out one May morning On the verdant banks of Screen I put my head to a tall tall tree To view the dew on her forest green The dew on her forest green
A lad I spied near our burnside With a lass by an alder tree Her lips were like the berries when red and she a winsome one to see and she a one to see
Come sit you down on the grass he said on the dewey grass so green The wee birds have all winged and gone Since I've my true love seen she said Since I've my true love seen
Oh I won't sit on the grass she said No lover I'll be of thine For I fear your heart has gone astray Your love's no longer mine she said Your love is no longer mine
Oh I will climb that high high tree And rob the wild bird's nest And back I will take whatever I find To the arms that I love best he said To the arms that I love best