Corries - Bonnie lass of fyvie'o

^C There once was a troop of Irish dragoons Come marching down thru ^G Fyvie'o And the ^C captain feel in love Wi' a very bonnie ^F lass And he cried her ^C name as ^G pretty Peggy-o ^C

^C there's many a bonnie lass in the howe of Auchterlass There's many a bonnie lass in the ^G gairioch There's ^C many a bonnie Jean in the streets o' ^F Aiburdeen But the flower ^C of them all ^G lies in Fyvie'o ^C

^C so come on doon the stair, pretty Peggy, my dear Come on down the stairs, pretty ^G Peggy-o Come on down ^C the stairs, bind up yer yella ^F hair Bid a last ^C farewell to your ^G daddy-o ^{C C} then up cries the colonel, mount, boys mount Tarry says our captain Oh ^G tarry-o Oh tarry yet ^C a while, just another day ^F or twa Till I see if the ^C bonnie lass will ^G marry-o ^C

^C twas early in the morning, when we marched awa And oh but the captain he was ^G sorry-o The drums ^C they did beat on the bonnie braes ^F o'gight And the band ^C played the bonnie lass ^G of Fyvie'o ^C

^C alang here we come, tae auld Meldrum toon We had our captain to ^G carry-o Alang 'ere we ^C come, to bonnie aibur^Fdeen We had oor ^C captain to ^G bury-o ^C

^C green grow the birks on bonnie Ethanside And low lie the lowlands of ^G Fyvie'o The captain's ^C name was Ned, and he died for ^F a maid He died for the ^C chambermaid of ^G Fyvie'o ^C

^C I never did intend, a soldiers lady for to be I ne-ver will marry a ^G soldier-o I never did ^C intend, to gae tae a foreign ^F land And I never will ^C marry a ^G soldier-o ^C

^C it's braw, aye is braw, a captain's lady for to be And it's braw to be a captain's ^G lady-o It's braw to ^C rant and roam, and follow at his ^F word And to ride when your ^C captain, he is ^G ready-o ^C