Misc Traditional – The Bonnie Lass Of Fyvie-O (Guitar)

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There once was a troop o' Irish dragoons

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Cam marching doon through Fyvie-o

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And the captain's fa'en in love wi' a very bonnie lass

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And her name it was ca'd pretty Peggy-o

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There's many a bonnie lass doon the Howe o Auchterless

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There's many a bonnie lass in the Garioch

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There's many a bonnie Jean in the streets of Aiberdeen

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But the floower o' them aw lies in Fyvie-o

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O come doon the stairs, Pretty Peggy, my dear

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Come doon the stairs, Pretty Peggy-o

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Come doon the stairs, comb back your yellow hair

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Bid a lang farewell to your mammy-o

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I never did intend a for sodger Wife tae be

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I ne'er will marry a sodoger-o

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I ne'er did intend tae gae tae a foreign land

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And I never will marry a sodger-o

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The colonel he cried, mount, boys, mount, boys, mount

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The captain, he cried, tarry-o

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O tarry yet a while, just another day or twa

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Til I see if the bonnie lass will marry-o

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Twas in the early morning, when we marched awa

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And O but the captain he was sorry-o

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The drums they did beat o'er the bonnie braes o' Gight

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And the band played the bonnie lass of Fyvie-o

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Long ere we came to the Howe of Auchterless

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We had our captain to carry-o

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And long ere we won into the streets of Aberdeen

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We had our captain to bury-o

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Green grow the birks on bonnie Ythanside

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And low lie the lowlands of Fyvie-o

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The captain's name was Ned and he died for a maid

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He died for the bonnie lass of Fyvie-o

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There's many a bonnie lass in the Howe o Auchterless

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There's many a bonnie lass in the Garioch

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There's many a bonnie Jean in the streets of Aiberdeen

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But the floower o' them aw lies in Fyvie-o