The Bonnie Lass Of Fyvie - The Corries

There once was a troop o Irish dragoons,

Cam marchin doon through Fyvie o

The captains fell in love wi a very bonnie lass,

And her name it was cad pretty peggy o

Now theres many a bonnie lass in the howe o Auchterlass,

Theres manys a bonnie lass in the Garioch,

Theres many a bonnie Jean on the streets o Aiberdeen,

But the floor o them a is in Fyvie o

Oh its come doon the stair, pretty peggy my dear,

Its come doon the stair pretty Peggy o

Oh come doon the stairs, comb back your yellow hair,

Take a last farewell o your daddy o

Its Ill gie you ribbons for your bonnie golden hair,

Ill gie you a necklace o amber o

Ill gie you silken petticoats befitting your degree,

If youll convoy me doon tae my chaumer o

Oh I hae got ribbons for my bonnie golden hair,

And I got a necklace o amber o

And I got petticoats befitting my degree,

And Id scorn tae be seen in your chaumer o

It was early next morning when we rode awa,

And o but our captain was sorry o,

The drums they did beat Oer the bonnie braes o Gight,

And the band played the lowlands o Fyvie o

Lang eer we went into old Meldrum toon,

Its we had to carry our Captain o

Lang eer we went into bonnie Aiberdeen,

Its we had our captain to bury o

Green grow the birk on bonnie Ythanside,

And low lies the lowlands o Fyvie o

The captains name was Ned and he died for a maid,

He died for the bonnie maid o Fyvie o