Cara Dillon

As I roved 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 her forest green.
A lad I spied by Abhann's side
And a maiden on his knee
And he was as dark as the berry 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 dewey grass so green
For the wee birds all have come and gone