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This tune gave rise to other versions, notably Fenario,
and Pretty Peggy. The tune refers to the battle at Fyvie in 1644, where 1,000 Royalists commanded by the Marquis of Montrose met an army of 3,500 Montrose won. (Montrose was later captured and executed.) |
There was a troop of Irish dragoons Come marching down through Fyvie o And their captain's fallen in love with a handsome serving maid And the name she was called was pretty Peggy o There's many a bonny lass in the town of Auchterless There's many a bonny lass in the Geerie o There's many a bonny Jean in the town of Aberdeen But the fairest of all of them's in Fyvie o It's come down the stair pretty Peggy my dear Come down the stair pretty Peggy o It's come down the stair, bind back your yellow hair Say farewell to your mammy o There's many a bonny lass in the town of Auchterless There's many a bonny lass in the Geerie o There's many a bonny Jean in the town of Aberdeen But the fairest of all of them's in Fyvie o What would your mammy think if she heard the guineas clink And the hautboys playing afore you o What would your mammy think if she heard the guineas clink And kent you were married to a soldier o There's many a bonny lass in the town of Auchterless There's many a bonny lass in the Geerie o There's many a bonny Jean in the town of Aberdeen But the fairest of all of them's in Fyvie o O a soldier's wife I never will be A soldier shall never enjoy me For I do not intend to go to a foreign land So I'll not be married to a soldier o There's many a bonny lass in the town of Auchterless There's many a bonny lass in the Geerie o There's many a bonny Jean in the town of Aberdeen But the fairest of all of them's in Fyvie o O you'll not be a soldier's wife For you'll be the captain's lady o I'll make the troops to stand with their hats into their hand When they come in the presence of my Peggy o There's many a bonny lass in the town of Auchterless There's many a bonny lass in the Geerie o There's many a bonny Jean in the town of Aberdeen But the fairest of all of them's in Fyvie o But the colonel he cries, Now mount, boys, mount The captain he cries, Tarry o O gang nae awa for another day or twa Till we see if this bonny lass will marry o There's many a bonny lass in the town of Auchterless There's many a bonny lass in the Geerie o There's many a bonny Jean in the town of Aberdeen But the fairest of all of them's in Fyvie o It was early next morning that we rode away But o our captain was sorry o The drums they did beat o'er the bonny braes of Gight And the pipes played The Bonny Lowes o' Fyvie o There's many a bonny lass in the town of Auchterless There's many a bonny lass in the Geerie o There's many a bonny Jean in the town of Aberdeen But the fairest of all of them's in Fyvie o And long ere we came into bonny Meldrun town Our captain we had for to carry o And long ere we came into bonny Aberdeen Our captain we had for to bury o Last Chorus: Green grows the birk on bonny Ythanside Low lie the lowlands of Fyvie o Our captain's name was Ned and he died for a maid He died for the chambermaid of Fyvie o |
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