| Well, there once was troop o' Irish dragoons
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| Cam' marchin' doon through Fyvie O
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| Captain’s fa’en in love wi' anither bonnie quine
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| Oh the name that she had was pretty Peggy O
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| «Oh come runnin' doon yer stairs, pretty Peggy, my dear
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| Come runnin' doon yer stairs, pretty Peggy O
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| Come runnin' doon yer stairs, tie back yer yellow hair
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| Tak' a last fareweel tae yer daddie O
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| Well, it’s braw, it’s braw captain’s lady for tae be
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| It’s braw tae be a captain’s lady O
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| Braw tae rine and rant, aye tae follow wi' the camp
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| Oh an' march when yer captain, he is ready O
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| Now the colonel, he cried, «Mount, boys, mount, boys, mount»
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| Oh the captain, he cried, «Tarry O
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| Tarry for a while, for anither day or twa
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| Just tae see if this bonnie lass will marry O»
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| Oh but syne e’er we cam' up tae Bethelnie toon
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| Wir captain we had for tae carry O
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| An' syne e’er we cam' up tae bonnie Aberdeen
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| Oh wir captain we had for tae bury O
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| Well, there’s mony’s a bonnie lassie in the howe o' Auchterless
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| There’s mony’s a bonnie dame in the gearie O
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| There’s mony’s a bonnie Jean in the toon o' Aberdeen
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| But the flo’er o' them a' bides in Fyvie O
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| Well, it’s green grow the birks on bonnie Ythan side
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| An' low lie the Lowlands o' Fyvie O
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| The captain’s name was Ned, an' he died for a maid
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| Oh he died for the sodger lass o' Fyvie
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| Aye, there once was troop o' Irish dragoons
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| Cam' marchin' doon through Fyvie O
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| And the captain’s fa’en in love wi' anither bonnie quine
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| Oh the name that she had was pretty Peggy O
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| Fyvie O |