Mormon Braes

(álbum: More Of The Hard Stuff - 1967)

Fare thee well ye Mormon Braes, where oft times I been cheery
Fare thee well ye Mormon Braes for it's there I lost my dearie

As I went in by Strichen toon I heard a fair maid mourning
She was making sair complaint for her true love ne'er returning

There's many a horse has slipped an' fell and risen again right early
There's many a lass has lost her lad an' gotten another right rarely

There's as guid fish intae the sea as ever yet were taken
I'll cast my nets an' try again for I'm only once forsaken

So I'll put on my gown o' green, it's a forsaken token
An' that will let the young lads know that the bonds of love are broken

So I'll gang back to Strichen toon, where I was bred an' born in
And I will get me another young lad to marry me in the morning