Track byThe Irish Rovers
There once was a troop of Irish dragoons, Came marching down through Fyvie-o The Captain fell in love with a rare bonny lass, Her name it was called Pretty Peggy-O. And it's come down the stairs pretty Peggy, my dear Oh Come down the stairs pretty Peggy-0 Oh Come down the stair, comb back your yellow hair Bid a long farewell to your Mammy-O. I never did intend a soldier's wife for to be, I never will marry a soldier-O, I never did intend to go to a foreign land. A soldier will never enjoy me, 0. There's many a bonny Jean in the town of Aberdeen There's many a bonny lass in the Garioch There's many a bonny lass in the Howe o Auchterless But the flower o' them all bides in Fyvie-o Now the Captain he cried 'Mount! Mount, boys, mount!' The Colonel he cried 'Tarry, 0!' 'We'll tarry for a while, for another day or twa, To see if this bonny lass will marry, o!' But long ere we reached the Howe o' Auchterless, We had our Captain to carry O. And long ere we reached the streets of Aberdeen We had our Captain to bury O. Now green grow the buds by the bonny Ythanside And low lie the lowlands o Fyvie-o The Captain's name was Ned, he died for the maid He died for the chambermaid of Fife-0.