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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 Gairioch-o.
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.
Twas in the early morning, when we marched awa
And O but the captain he was sorry-o.
The drums they did beat o'er the bonnie braes o' Gight
And the band played the bonnie lass of Fyvie-o.
Long ere we came to Oldmeldrum toon
We had our captain to carry-o
And long ere we won into the streets of Aberdeen
We had our captain to bury-o.
Green grow the birks on bonnie Ythanside
And low lie the lowlands of Fyvie-o.
The captain's name was Ned and he died for a maid
He died for the bonnie lass of Fyvie-o.
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