Mormon Braes — The Dubliners

Chorus

Fare thee well, ye Mormon Braes, for oft times I've been cheery Fare thee well, ye Mormon Braes, for it's there I've lost my dearie

As I went in by Strachen Toon I heard a fair maid mourning She was making sair complaint for her true love ne'er returning Fare thee well, ye Mormon Braes, for oft times I've been cheery Fare thee well, ye Mormon Braes, for it's there I've lost my dearie

Many a horse has slipped and fell and risen again right early Many a lass has lost her lad and got another right rarely Fare thee well, ye Mormon Braes, for oft times I've been cheery Fare thee well, ye Mormon Braes, for it's there I've lost my dearie

There's as good fish in tae the sea as ever yet were taken I cast my nets and try again, for I am only once forsaken Fare thee well, ye Mormon Braes, for oft times I've been cheery Fare thee well, ye Mormon Braes, for it's there I've lost my dearie

So I will put on my gown of green, as I forsaken told him And we'll let the young lad know that the bonds of love are broken Fare thee well, ye Mormon Braes, for oft times I've been cheery Fare thee well, ye Mormon Braes, for it's there I've lost my dearie

So I'll gang back to Strachen Toon where I was bred and born in, And I'll get another young lad to marry me in the morning Fare thee well, ye Mormon Braes, for oft times I've been cheery Fare thee well, ye Mormon Braes, for it's there I've lost my dearie