Mormond Braes

As I gaed doon tae Strichen toon I met a fair maid mourning She was makin sair complaint For her true love ne'r returning Mormond Braes where heather grows Where aft times I've been cheery Mormond Braes where heather grows It's there that I lost my dearie. So fare thee weel ye Mormond Braes Where aft times I've been cheery Fare ye weel ye Mormond Braes It was there that I lost my dearie. But I'll pit on my goon o green It's a forsaken token That will let the other lads know That the bands of love are broken. There's mony a horse has snapper't and fa'en Risen again fu rarely Many's the la*s has lost her lad And gotten anither richt early There's as guid fish intil the sea As ever yet were taken I'll cast my line and try again For I'm only aince forsaken And I'll ging doon tae Strichen toon Far I was bred and born And there I'll get anither sweetheart That'll marry me the morn.