Mormon Braes

Fare thee well, ye Mormon Braes, For oft times A've been cheery. Fare thee well, ye Mormon Braes, For it's there A've lost ma dearie. As A went in by Strachen Toon A heard a fair maid mournin. She was makin sair complaint For her true love ne'er returnin. Thar's mony a horse haes slipped an fell And risen again richt early. Thar's mony a lass has lost her lad An got anither richt rarely. Thar's as guid fish in tae the sea As ever yet were taken. A cast ma nets and try again, For I am anely ance forsaken. Sae A will put on my gown o green, As A forsaken told him. And we'll let the young lad know That the bonds of love are broken. Sae A'll gang back to Strachen Toon Whaur A wis bred an born in, An A will get another young lad Tae marry me in the mornin.