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As I gaed doon by Strichen toon |
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I heard a fair maid mourning |
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And she was makin' a sair complaint |
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To her true love ne'er returnin' |
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I ti ma do ti ma daddy oh |
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I ti ma do ti ma dae |
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I ti ma do ti ma daddy oh |
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I ti ma do ti ma dae |
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There's as guid fish intae the sea |
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As ever yet was taken |
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So I'll cast my net an' try again |
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For I'm only aince forsakin' |
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There's mona a horse has snappert and fain' |
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An' risen again fu' rarely |
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There's mony a lass has lost her lad |
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An' gotten anither richt early |
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Sae I'll put on my goon o' green |
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It's a forsaken token |
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An' that will let the young lads ken |
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That the bonds o' love are broken |
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Sae I'll gang back tae Strichen toon |
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Whaur I was bred an' born |
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An' there I'll get anither lad |
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Will marry me the morn |
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Sae fare thee weel ye Mormond braes |
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Where oft-times I've been cheery |
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Fare thee weel ye Mormond braes |
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For it's there I've lost my dearie |
