Bonnie Lass O’ Fyfie.

There once was a troop of Irish dragoons
Come marching down thru Fyvie, O
And the captain feel in love with a very bonnie lass
And the name she was called was pretty Peggy-o

There’s many a bonnie lass in the howe o’ Auchterlass
There’s many a bonnie lass in Gairioch-o
There’s many a bonnie Jean in the toon of Aberdeen
But the flower of them all lives in Fyvie, O

O come down the stairs, Pretty Peggy, my dear
Come down the stairs, Pretty Peggy-o
Come down the stairs, comb back your yellow hair
Bid ye’r last farewell to your mammy-o

I never did intend a soldier’s wife for to be
A soldier shall marru a Soldier-o
I never did intend to gae tae a foreign land
And I will never marry a soldier-o

The colonel he cried, mount, boys, mount,boys, mount
The captain, he cried, tarry-o
O tarry yet a while, just another day or twa
Til I see if the bonnie lass will marry-o

Twas in the early morning, when we marched awa
And O but the captain he was sorry-o
The drums they did beat on the merry braes o’ Gight
And the band played the bonnie lass of Fyvie, O

Long ere we came tae old Meldrum toon
We had our captain to carry-o
And long ere we cam by Bonnie Aberdeen
We had our captain to bury-o

Green grow the birks on bonnie Ethanside
And low lie the lowlands of Fyvie, O
The captain’s name was Ned and he died for a maid
He died for the bonny lass of Fyvie, O

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