Alex Campbell - Verdant braes o skreen

As I walked ^Gout on a ^CMay morn^Ging By the ^Cverdant braes o' ^FSkreen I ^Cleaned my back tae a mossy ^Gtree To ^Cview the ^Gdew on the ^Fforest ^Ggreen The dew on the far coun^Ctry

“Oh, sit ye ^Gdown on the ^Cgrass,” he ^Gsaid “On the ^Cdewy grass so ^Fgreen For the ^Cwee birds all have come and ^Ggone Since ^CI my ^Glove have ^Fseen,” he ^Gsaid “Since I my love have ^Cseen”

“Oh, I'll not ^Gsit on the ^Cgrass” she ^Gsaid “No ^Clover I'll be of ^Fthine For I ^Chear you love a Connaught ^Gmaid And your ^Cheart's no ^Glonger ^Fmine” she ^Gsaid ”Your heart's no longer ^Cmine”

“Now, I'll not ^Gheed what an ^Cold man ^Gsays For his ^Cdays are well ^Fdoon And ^CI'll not heed what a young man ^Gsays For he's ^Cfalse to ^Gmany a ^Fone, a ^Gone He's false to many a ^Cone"

“Now, I will ^Gclimb yon ^Chigh, high ^Gtree Tae ^Crob a wild bird's ^Fnest And ^Cback I'll bring what I find ^Gthere To the ^Carms I ^Glove the ^Fbest” he ^Gsaid “To the arms I love the ^Cbest”