Fare thee well, ye Mormon Braes,
for oft times Aâ²ve been cheery.
Fare thee well, ye Mormon Braes,
for it's there Aâ²ve 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.
Tharâ²s mony a lass has lost her lad
An got anither richt rarely.
Tharâ²s 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 Aâ²ll 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.
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