There once was a troop of Irish dragoons,
Came marching down through Fyvie-o
The Captain fell in love with a rare bonny la**,
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 la** in the Garioch
There's many a bonny la** 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 la** 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.