Lyrics - Mormond Braes
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'
Chorus:
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 try again,
For I' only aince forsaken
There's mony a horse has snappert an' fa'n.
An' risen again fu' rarely.
There's mony a lass has lost her lad,
And gotten anither richt early.
Sae I'll put on my gown o' green
It's a forsaken token,
And that will let the young lads ken,
That the bonds o' love are broken.
I'll gang back to Strichen toon
Whaur I was bred and born,
An' there I'll get anither sweetheart
Tae marry me in the morn.
Mormond Braes
Traditional
From album - 'Burn The Witch' (Transatlantic TRA357)
