Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Maid of Fife, artist - The Clancy Brothers. Album song Recorded Live in Ireland, in the genre Кельтская музыка
Date of issue: 12.09.2010
Record label: LMG
Song language: English
The Maid of Fife |
The Maid Of Fife |
There once was a troop of Irish dragoons |
Come marching down thru Fife-y, O |
And the captain feel in love with a very bonnie lass |
And the name she was called was pretty Peggy-o |
There’s many a bonnie lass in the glen of Auchterlass |
There’s many a bonnie lass in Gairioch-o |
There’s many a bonnie Jean in the streets of Aberdeen |
But the flower of them all lives in Fife-y, O |
O come down the stairs, Pretty Peggy, my dear |
Come down the stairs, Pretty Peggy-o |
Come down the stairs, comb back your yellow hair |
Bid a long farewell to your mammy-o |
It’s braw, aye it’s braw, a captain’s lady for to be |
And it’s braw to be a captain’s lady-o |
It’s braw to ride around and to follow the camp |
And to ride when your captain he is ready-o |
O I’ll give you ribbons, love, and I’ll give you rings |
I’ll give you a necklace of amber-o |
I’ll give you a silken petticoat with flounces to the knee |
If you’ll convey me doon to your chamber-o |
What would your mother think if she heard the guineas clink |
And saw the haut-boys marching all before you o |
O little would she think gin she heard the guineas clink |
If I followed a soldier laddie-o |
I never did intend a soldier’s lady for to be |
A soldier shall never enjoy me-o |
I never did intend to gae tae a foreign land |
And I will never marry a soldier-o |
I’ll drink nae more o your claret wine |
I’ll drink nae more o your glasses-o |
Tomorrow is the day when we maun ride away |
So farewell tae your Fyvie lasses-o |
The colonel he cried, mount, boys, mount, boys, mount |
The captain, he cried, tarry-o |
O tarry yet a while, just another day or twa |
Til I see if the bonnie lass will marry-o |
Twas in the early morning, when we marched awa |
And O but the captain he was sorry-o |
The drums they did beat a merry brasselgeicht |
And the band played the bonnie lass of Fife-y, O |
Long ere we came to the glen of Auchterlass |
We had our captain to carry-o |
And long ere we won into the streets of Aberdeen |
We had our captain to bury-o |
Green grow the birks on bonnie Ethanside |
And low lie the lowlands of Fife-y, O |
The captain’s name was Ned and he died for a maid |
He died for the bonny lass of Fife-y, O |