Folk Song

X:1 T:The Bonnie Lass Of Fyvie-O C:Trad Scotland N:Love Song Z:Webmaster K: W:1 There was a troop of Irish Dragoons W:Came marching down through Fyvie-o, W:And their captain fell in love with a handsome serving maid W:And her name it was called pretty Peggy-o. W: W:2 There's many a bonnie lass in the Howe of Auchterless, W:There's many a bonnie lass in the Gario, W:There's many a bonnie Jean in the town of Aberdeen W:But the flower of them all lies in Fyvie-o. W: W:3 Oh come down the stair, pretty Peggy my dear, W:Come down the stair pretty Peggy-o, W:Come down the stair, bind up your yellow hair, W:Give a last farewell to your daddy-o. W: W:4 What would your mammy think, if she heard the guineas clink W:And the fifes play shrill before you-o? W:What would your mammy think, if she heard the guineas clink W:And kent you had married a soldier-o? W: W:5 A soldier's wife I never shall be, W:A soldier shall never enjoy me-o. W:For I never do intend to go to a foreign land, W:So I never shall marry a soldier-o. W: W:6 A soldier's wife you'll never need be W:For you'll be the captain's lady-o. W:And I'll make the troop to stand with their hats all in their hands W:And they'll bow in the presence of my Peggy-o. W: W:7 It's braw, aye, it's braw, a captain's lady for to be, W:It's braw to be a captain's lady-o, W:It's braw to rant and roar and to follow at his word W:And to march when our colonel he is ready-o. W: W:8 Mount, cries the co1onel, mount, boys, mount, W:Oh tarry, says our captain, oh tarry-o, W:And do not gang awa' for another day or twa W:Till we see if this bonnie lass will marry-o. W: W:9 It was the early morn when we rode away, W:And oh but our captain was sorry-o, W:The drums they did beat o'er the bonnie braes of Gight W:And the fifes played the Lowlands of Fyvie-o. W: W:10 Long ere we won into old Meldrum town W:It's had we our captain for to carry-o, W:And long ere we won into bonnie Aberdeen W:It's we had our captain for to bury-o. W: W:11 Green grows the birch on the bonnie Ythanside W:And low lie the lowlands of Fyvie-O, W:The captain's name was Ned, he died for a serving maid, % % % % %