The Wee Birds All Have Come And Gone / Fisherman's As I roved out one evening fair By the verdant braes of Screen I set my back to a hawthorn tree To view the sun in the west country The dew on the forest green A lad I spied by our burn side And a maiden on his knee And he was dark as the berry brown red And she all way and worn to see All way and worn was she Oh sit you down on the grass, he said On the dewy grass so green For the wee birds all have come and gone Since I've my true love seen, he said Since I've my true love seen Then I'll not sit on the grass, she said Nor be a lover of thine For I hear you have another one And your heart's no longer mine, she said And your heart's no longer mine And I'll not heed what an old man says For his days are well nigh done And I'll not heed what the young man says For he's fair for many's the one, she said For he's fair for many's the one