The Bonnie Lass o Fyvie
There was a troop o Irish Dragoons
Cam marchin doon through Fyvie -o,
An their captain’s fa’n in love wi a very bonnie lass,
An her name it was ca’d pretty Peggy -o.
Noo there’s mony a bonnie lass in the Howe o Auchterless,
There’s mony a bonnie lass in the Garioch o,
There’s mony a bonnie Jean in the toon o Aiberdeen,
But the flooer o them a is in Fyvie o.
O it’s come doon the stair, pretty Peggy, my dear
O come doon the stair, pretty Peggy -o,
O come doon the stair, kame back your yellow hair,
Tak a last fareweel a your daddy -o.
‘It’s braw, aye, it’s braw a captain’s lady tae be,
It’s braw tae be a captain’s lady - o.
It’s braw tae rant an rove an the follow at his word,
An tae march when your captain is ready o.’
But the Colonel he cries. ‘Now mount, boys, mount!’
The captain he cries ‘O, tarry, o,
O gang nae awa for anither day or twa,
Till we see if this bonnie lass will marry o.
It was early next mornin that we rode awa,
An oh, but oor captain was sorry o.
The drums they did beat ower the bonnie braes a Gight
An the band played The Lowlands o Fyvie 0.
Lang ere we wan intae auld Meldrum toon
It’s we had oor captain tae carry o,
An lang ere we wan intae bonnie Aiberdeen,
It’s we had oor captain tae bury o.
Green growe the birks upon bonnie Ythanside
An low lies the lawlands o Fyvie o,
The captain’s name was Ned an he died for a maid,
He died for the bonnie lass a Fyvie o.