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There once was a troop o' Irish dragoons

Cam marching doon through Fyvie-o

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

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

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

There’s many a bonnie lass in the Garioch

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

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

O come doon the stairs, Pretty Peggy, my dear

Come doon the stairs, Pretty Peggy-o

Come doon the stairs, comb back your yellow hair

Bid a last farewell to your mammy-o

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

The captain, he cried, tarry-o

O tarry yet a while, just another day or twa

Til I see if the bonnie lass will marry-o

Twas in the early morning, when we marched awa

And O but the captain he was sorry-o

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

And the band played the bonnie lass of Fyvie-o

Long ere we came to the Howe of Auchterless

We had our captain to carry-o

And long ere we won into the streets of Aberdeen

We had our captain to bury-o

Green grow the birks on bonnie Ythanside

And low lie the lowlands of Fyvie-o

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

He died for the bonnie lass of Fyvie-o

I never did intend a soldier’s lady for to be

A soldier shall never enjoy me-o

I never did intend to gae tae a foreign land

And I never will marry a soldier-o

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

And it’s braw to be a captain’s lady-o

It’s braw to ride around and to follow the camp

And to ride when your captain he is ready-o

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