Bonnie Lass Of Fyvie, O

Bonnie Lass Of Fyvie, O

recorded by Redpath and the Clancy Brothers

There once was a troop of Irish dragoons
Come marching down thru Fyvie, O
And the captain fell in love with a very bonnie lass
and the name she was called was pretty Peggy-O

Thereís many a bonnie lass in the glen of Auchterlass
Thereís many a bonnie lass in Gairioch-o
Thereís many a bonnie lass in the streets of Aberdeen
But the flower of them all lives in Fyvie, O

Come down the stairs, Pretty Peggy, my dear
Come down the stairs, Pretty Peggy-o
Come down the stairs, comb back your yellow hair
Bid a long farewell to your mammy-o

Itís braw, aye itís braw, a captainís lady for to be
And itís braw to be a captainís lady-o
Itís braw to ride around and to follow the camp
And to ride when your captain he is ready-o

Iíll give you ribbons, love, and Iíll give you rings
Iíll give you a necklace of amber-o
Iíll give you a silken petticoat with flounces to the knee
If youíll 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 soldierís lady for to be
A soldier shall never enjoy me-o
I never did intend to gae tae a foreign land
And I will never marry a soldier-o

Iíll drink nae more o your claret wine
Iíll 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 a merry brasselgeicht
And the band played the bonnie lass of Fyvie, O

Long ere we came to the glen of Auchterlass
We had our captain to carry-o
And long were we won into the streets of Aberdeen
We had our captain to bury-o

Green grow the birks on bonnie Ethanside
And low lie the lowlands of Fyvie, O
The captain's name was Ned and he died for a maid
He dies for the bonny lass of Fyvie, O



- courtesy of Digital Tradition -


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