The Bonnie Lass Ofyvie (reinhören)
There was a
troop o' Irish Dragoons cam marchin up through Fyvie O.
And the Captain's faen in love wi a verra bonnie lass,
And her name it is cad pretty Peggy O.
mony a bonnie lass in the Howe O Auchterlass,
Theres mony a bonnie lass in the Garrioch O.
Theres mony a bonnie Jean in the toon o Alberdeen,
Bit the floor o them a is in Fyvie O !
Come doon the
stair, pretty Peggy my dear,
Come doon the stair, pretty Peggy O,
Come doon the stair, bind up yer yellow hair,
Tak a last fareweel o your Mammy O !
Its braw, oh
its braw, a Captains lady tae be,
Its braw tie be a Captains lady O.
Its braw tae rant and rove, and tie follow at his word,
And tae march when your Captain he is ready O !
Up cries the
Colonel, "Mount boys, mount"
"Oh I tarry" says our Captain, "Oh tarry O".
" Oh I tarry yet anither day or twa,
Till we see if this bonnie lass will marry O."
Now it was
the early mornin we marched awa,
And oh! but our Captain was sorry O.
And the drums they did beat ower the bonnie Braes o Gight,
And the pipes played the Lawlands o Fyvie O !
Now long ore
we wan tae Auld Meldrum toon,
Our Captain we had tie carry O !
But when we wan tie bonnie Aiberdeen,
Our Captain we had tae bury O !
the birch upon bonnie Ythan Side.
And low lies the Lawlands o Fyvie O !
Our Captains name was Ned, he died for a maid,
He died for the bonnie lass a Fyvle O !