The Bonny Lass of Fyvie
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There was a troop o' Irish dragoons
Came marching down through Fyvie-o
And the captain's fallin' in love with a very
Pretty maid and her name was Call Pretty Peggy-o
Oh, come down the stair, Pretty Peggy my dear
Oh, come down the stair, Pretty Peggy-o
Oh, come down the stair, came out your yellow hair
Take a last farewell from your daddy-o
Oh, I'll be your ribbons and I'll be your rings
And I'll be a necklace of amber-o
I'll buy you silk and guns to row you round and
Round if ye'll follow me on my wanderings-o
It's bra, it's bra, Captain's lady to be
It's bra being a captain's lady-o
It's bra to ride and rant and to follow with the camp
And to fight for your captain when he's ready-o
Oh, mount boys, mount," the colonel he cried
"Oh tarry, oh tarry," cried the captain-o
"Oh, tarry, oh tarry another day or two, for I see if this bonny
Lass will marry-o." And lang are they come to old Meldrum town
They had their captain to carry-o
And lang are they gone into Aberdeen
They had their captain to bury-o
And green grows the banks on bonny Aithenside
And low lies the bonny loughs of Fyvie-o
Our captain's name was Ned and he died for a
Maid, and her name was Call Pretty Peggy-o
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