As I roved out one evening fair,
By the verdant braes of Screams,
I set my bat to a hawthorn tree,
To view the sun in the West Country,
The Jew on the forest green,
A lad I spied by a barn's side,
And a maiden by his knee,
And he was dark as the berry -brown red,
And she all the way and warm to see,
All the way and warm was she.
Sit you down on the grass he said,
On the dewy grass so green,
For the wee birds they have
Since my true love I've seen, he said.
Since my true love I've seen,
I'll not sit on the grass, she said.
For here you love a con outmanned.
Your heart's no longer mine, she said,
No, your heart's no longer mine.
And I'll not mind what an old man says
For his days are nigh ere done
And I'll not mind what a young man says,
for he's fair for everyone, she said,
And I would climb a high, high tree
and rub a wild bird's nest
And I'll bring by my singing boat
To the arms that I love best, he said
To the arms that I love best