There is a version sung on Topic recording "John Reilly, The Bonny Green Tree, songs of an Irish Traveller"

THE BRAES OF STRAWBLANE (Laws H 10)

For the old town of Tralee one evening in June
Through the woodbine, mound daisies an' meadows in bloom
I espied a wee lassie at the end of a lane
An' she bleaching her linen by the braes of Strawblane

For I stepped up unto her an' I made my address:
"Are you bleachin' your linen my charnin' wee lass,
For twelve months an' better since I had deep in my mind
Oh, that we would get married, love, if you were inclined."

"Well, to marry, to marry, kind sir, I'm too young
An' besides all ye young men has a platterin' fine tongue
Sayin; my Daddy an' Mammy, oh quite angry would be
That's if I would go marry a rover like thee."

"You consent my wee lassie and do not say no
Sayin' you don't know the pain love, oh that I undergo
for the clouds they look weary, I'm afraid we'll have rain
Oh, but I'll go my way, love, round the braes of Strawblane."

"Consented, consented it is all of the time
Since the last words you have spoken I have now changed my mind
The clouds they look weary I'm afraid we'll have rain
Oh but I'll court some other round the braes of Strawblane."