The Corries – The Bonnie Lass Of Fyvie-O (Guitar Live)

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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 is cried, "pretty Peggy-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-o.

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There's many a bonnie Jean in the streets o' Aiberdeen,

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

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O' come doon the stair, pretty Peggy, my dear,

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Come doon the stair, pretty Peggy-o.

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Come doon the stair, bind up your yellow hair,

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Tak a last fareweell o' your daddy-o.

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Then up cries the colonel, "mount, boys, mount!",

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"Tarry!" says the captain, "O-tarry-o!".

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O-tarry for a while, for another day or twa,

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Til I see if this bonnie lass will marry-o.

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Twas in the early morning, when we marched awa,

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O' but the captain was sorry-o.

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

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The pipes played the lowlands of Fyvie-o.

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Alang 'ere we come tae auld Meldrum toon,

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We had our captain to carry-o.

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Alang 'ere we come, to bonnie Aiberdeen,

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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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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 chambermaid of Fyvie-o.

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I never did intend a soldier's lady for to be,

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I never will marry a soldier-o.

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I never did intend to gae tae a foreign land,

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And I never will marry a soldier-o.

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It's braw, aye it's braw, a captain's lady for to be,

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Braw to be a captain's lady-o.

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Braw to rant and roam, to follow at his word,

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And ride when your captain he is ready-o.