Mormond Braes Lyrics - A Health To The Ladies - Craig Herbertson

As I gaed doon tae Strichen toon 

I met a fair maid mourning 

She was makin sair complaint 

For her true love ne'r returning 

Mormond Braes where heather grows 

Where aft times I've been cheery 

Mormond Braes where heather grows 

It's there that I lost my dearie. 

So fare thee weel ye Mormond Braes 

Where aft times I've been cheery 

Fare ye weel ye Mormond Braes 

It was there that I lost my dearie. 

But I'll pit on my goon o green 

It's a forsaken token 

That will let the other lads know 

That the bands of love are broken. 

There's mony a horse has snapper't and fa'en 

Risen again fu rarely 

Many's the lass has lost her lad 

And gotten anither richt early 

There's as guid fish intil the sea 

As ever yet were taken 

I'll cast my line and try again 

For I'm only aince forsaken 

And I'll ging doon tae Strichen toon 

Far I was bred and born 

And there I'll get anither sweetheart 

That'll marry me the morn.