The Bonnie Lass of Fyvie Ewan MacColl

It was a troop o' Irish dragoons
Cam marchin- doon through Fyvie
O, an‘ the captain's fa'n in love wi' a very
Bonnie lass
An ‘her name it was ca'd pretty Peggy O

Noo there's mony a bonnie lass in the howe o'
Auchterless
There's mony a bonnie lassie in the Geerie O
There's mony a bonny Jean in the streets o' Aberdeen
But the flower o' them a' is in Fyvie O

"O come doon the stair, pretty Peggy, my dear;
O come doon the stair, pretty Peggy O
It's come doon the stair - comb back your yеllow
Hair
Tak" a last fareweel o' your daddy O."

"It's braw, ay it's braw a Captain's lady to be -
It's braw to be a Captain's lady O
It's braw to ridе and rant, and to follow wi' the
Camp
And to march when your Captain he is ready O."

"It's I'll gie ye ribbons, love, and I'll gie ye
Rings
And I'll gie ye a necklace o' amber O
I'll gie ye silken petticoats wi' flounces to the
Knee
Gin ye'll convoy me doen to my chamber O."