As I went doon to Strichen toon,
I heard a fair maid mourning,
And she was making sair complaint
For her true love ne'er returning

cho: So fare ye weel, ye Mormond Braes,
Where often I've been cheery;
Fare ye weel ye Mormond Braes,
For it's there I lost my dearie

There's many a horse has snappert an' fa'en
And risen again fu' rarely
There's many a lass has lost her lad
And gotten another right early

There's as good fish into the sea
As ever hae been taken
I'll cast my line and I'll try again
For I'm only ainst forsaken

So I'll go doon to Strichen toon,
Where I was bred and born in,
And there I'll find another sweetheart
Will marry me in the mornin'

Recorded by MacColl, among others
@Scots @courtship
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