The Bonnie Lass Of Fyvie-o

The Corries

Tom: G
Intro: 

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verse 1 
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There once was a troop o' Irish dragoons, 
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Cam marching doon through Fyvie-o. 
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And the captain's fa'en in love wi' a very bonnie lass, 
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And her name it is cried, 'pretty Peggy-o'. 

verse 2 
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There's many a bonnie lass in the howe o' Auchterless. 
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There's many a bonnie lass in the Garioch. 
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There's many a bonnie Jean in the streets o' Aiberdeen, 
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But the floower o' them aw lies in Fyvie-o. 

verse 3 
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O' come doon the stair, pretty Peggy, my dear, 
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Come doon the stair, pretty Peggy-o. 
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Come doon the stair, bind up your yellow hair, 
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Tak a last fareweell o' your daddy-o. 

verse 4 
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Then up cries the colonel, 'mount, boys, mount!', 
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'Tarry!' says the captain, 'O-tarry-o!'. 
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O-tarry for a while, for another day or twa, 
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Til I see if this bonnie lass will marry-o. 

Verse 5 
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Twas in the early morning, when we marched awa, 
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O' but the captain was sorry-o. 
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The drums they did beat o'er the bonnie braes o' Gight, 
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The pipes played the lowlands of Fyvie-o. 

Verse 6 
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Alang 'ere we come tae auld Meldrum toon, 
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We had our captain to carry-o. 
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Alang 'ere we come, to bonnie Aiberdeen, 
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We had our captain to bury-o. 

Verse 7 
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Green grow the birks on bonnie Ythanside, 
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Low lie the lowlands of Fyvie-o. 
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The captain's name was Ned and he died for a maid, 
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He died for the chambermaid of Fyvie-o. 

Verse 8 
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I never did intend a soldier's lady for to be, 
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I never will marry a soldier-o. 
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I never did intend to gae tae a foreign land, 
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And I never will marry a soldier-o. 

Verse 9 
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It's braw, aye it's braw, a captain's lady for to be, 
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Braw to be a captain's lady-o. 
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Braw to rant and roam, to follow at his word, 
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And ride when your captain he is ready-o. 

Outro 

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