The Bonnie Lass O' Fyvie - Old Blind Dogs

Well, there once was troop o' Irish dragoons

Cam' marchin' doon through Fyvie O

Captain’s fa’en in love wi' anither bonnie quine

Oh the name that she had was pretty Peggy O

«Oh come runnin' doon yer stairs, pretty Peggy, my dear

Come runnin' doon yer stairs, pretty Peggy O

Come runnin' doon yer stairs, tie back yer yellow hair

Tak' a last fareweel tae yer daddie O

Well, it’s braw, it’s braw captain’s lady for tae be

It’s braw tae be a captain’s lady O

Braw tae rine and rant, aye tae follow wi' the camp

Oh an' march when yer captain, he is ready O

Now the colonel, he cried, «Mount, boys, mount, boys, mount»

Oh the captain, he cried, «Tarry O

Tarry for a while, for anither day or twa

Just tae see if this bonnie lass will marry O»

Oh but syne e’er we cam' up tae Bethelnie toon

Wir captain we had for tae carry O

An' syne e’er we cam' up tae bonnie Aberdeen

Oh wir captain we had for tae bury O

Well, there’s mony’s a bonnie lassie in the howe o' Auchterless

There’s mony’s a bonnie dame in the gearie O

There’s mony’s a bonnie Jean in the toon o' Aberdeen

But the flo’er o' them a' bides in Fyvie O

Well, it’s green grow the birks on bonnie Ythan side

An' low lie the Lowlands o' Fyvie O

The captain’s name was Ned, an' he died for a maid

Oh he died for the sodger lass o' Fyvie

Aye, there once was troop o' Irish dragoons

Cam' marchin' doon through Fyvie O

And the captain’s fa’en in love wi' anither bonnie quine

Oh the name that she had was pretty Peggy O

Fyvie O