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

(hope I did the line breaks right)


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---Jeff (PA)---