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The Bonnie Lass of Fyvie-O

Irish Song Lyrics - The Bonnie Lass of Fyvie-OAuthor: ??

There once was a troop of Irish dragoons,
Came marching down through Fyvie-o
The Captain fell in love with a rare bonny lass,
Her name it was called Pretty Peggy-O.

Chorus:
And it's come down the stairs pretty Peggy, my dear
Oh Come down the stairs pretty Peggy-0 Oh
Come down the stair, comb back your yellow hair
Bid a long farewell to your Mammy-O.

I never did intend a soldier's wife for to be,
I never will marry a soldier-O,
I never did intend to go to a foreign land.
A soldier will never enjoy me, 0.

There's many a bonny Jean in the town of Aberdeen
There's many a bonny lass in the Garioch

There's many a bonny lass in the Howe o Auchterless
But the flower o' them all bides in Fyvie-o

Now the Captain he cried 'Mount!
Mount, boys, mount!'
The Colonel he cried 'Tarry, 0!'
'We'll tarry for a while, for another day or twa,
To see if this bonny lass will marry, o!'

But long ere we reached the Howe o' Auchterless,
We had our Captain to carry O.
And long ere we reached the streets of Aberdeen
We had our Captain to bury O.

Now green grow the buds by the bonny Ythanside
And low lie the lowlands o Fyvie-o
The Captain's name was Ned, he died for the maid
He died for the chambermaid of Fife-0.

Fyvie, the Garioch, and the Howe of Auchterless are all places in that region. Thank you Sean Damer for the following:


There once was a troop o' Irish dragoons

Cam marching doon through Fyvie-o

And the captain's fa'en in love wi' a very bonnie lass

And her name it was ca'd pretty Peggy-o

There's many a bonnie lass in the Howe o Auchterless

There's many a bonnie lass in the Garioch

There's many a bonnie Jean in the streets of Aiberdeen

But the floower o' them aw lies in Fyvie-o

O come doon the stairs, Pretty Peggy, my dear

Come doon the stairs, Pretty Peggy-o

Come doon the stairs, comb back your yellow hair

Bid a last farewell to your mammy-o

It's braw, aye it's braw, a captain's lady for to be

And it's braw to be a captain's lady-o

It's braw to ride around and to follow the camp

And to ride when your captain he is ready-o

O I'll give you ribbons, love, and I'll give you rings

I'll give you a necklace of amber-o

I'll give you a silken petticoat with flounces to the knee

If you'll convey me doon to your chamber-o

What would your mother think if she heard the guineas clink

And saw the haut-boys marching all before you o

O little would she think gin she heard the guineas clink

If I followed a soldier laddie-o

I never did intend a soldier's lady for to be

A soldier shall never enjoy me-o

I never did intend to gae tae a foreign land

And I never will marry a soldier-o

I'll drink nae more o your claret wine

I'll drink nae more o your glasses-o

Tomorrow is the day when we maun ride away

So farewell tae your Fyvie lasses-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

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