Mormond Braes
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As I went doon to Strichen toon,
I heard a fair maid mourning,
And she was making sair complaint
For her true love ne'er returning.

Chorus
So fare ye weel, ye Mormond Braes,
Where often I've been cheery;
Fare ye weel ye Mormond Braes,
For it's there I lost my dearie.

There's many a horse has snappert an' fa'en
And risen again fu' rarely.
There's many a lass has lost her lad
And gotten another right early.

There's as good fish into the sea,
As ever hae been taken.
I'll cast my line and I'll try again,
For I'm only ainst forsaken.

Sae I'll put on my goon o' green
It's a forsaken token
And that will let the young lads ken
The bonds o' love are broken

So I'll go doon to Strichen toon,
Where I was bred and born in,
And there I'll find another sweetheart,
Will marry me in the mornin'