As I gait doon by Strichin Toon I heard a fair maid mornin'
And she was my concern, complained For her true love ne'er returnin'
Fair ye, will ye, Mormon braes, For a' times I've been cheery
Fair ye, will ye, Mormon braes, But it's there I lost my deary
There's money a horse has snubbered and fawned And risen again too rarely
There's money a lass has lost her lad And aye, he lost mine fairly
Fair ye, will ye, Mormon braes, For a' times I've been cheery
Fair ye, will ye, Mormon braes, But it's there I lost my deary
There are as good fish in the sea As ever yet was taken
I'll cast my line and try again For I'm only yin's forsaken
Fair ye, will ye, Mormon braes, For a' times I've been cheery
Fair ye, will ye, Mormon braes, But it's there I lost my deary
Say I'll gait doon to Strichin Toon Where I was bred and bornin'
And there I'll get another sweetheart I'll marry her the mornin'
Fair ye, will ye, Mormon braes, For a' times I've been cheery
Fair ye, will ye, Mormon braes, But it's there I lost my deary