Mormond Braes

Mormond Braes - Ewan MacColl

As I cam in by Strichen Toon

I heard a fair maid mournin'

She was makin' sair complaint

O' her true love ne'er returnin'

Fair thee weel ye Mormond Braes

Whaur oft times I've been cheery

Fair thee weel ye Mormond Braes

For it's there I lost my dearie

There's mony a horse has snappert an' fa'n

An' risen again fu' rarely

Mony a lass has lost her lad

And gotten anither richt early

Fair thee weel ye Mormond Braes

Whaur oft times I've been cheery

Fair thee weel ye Mormond Braes

For it's there I lost my dearie

There's aye guid fish intae the sea

As ever yet was taken

I'll cast my net and I'll try again

For I' only aince forsaken

Fair thee weel ye Mormond Braes

Whaur oft times I've been cheery

Fair thee weel ye Mormond Braes

For it's there I lost my dearie

Sae I'll be gang to Strichen toon

Whaur I was bred and born

An' there I'll get anither sweetheart

Tae marry me in the morn

Fair thee weel ye Mormond Braes

Whaur oft times I've been cheery

Fair thee weel ye Mormond Braes

For it's there I lost my dearie