Bonny Lass of Fyvie - Sam Kelly/Cara Dillon/Michael McGoldrick
Lyrics by：Traditional/Sam Kelly/Jamie Francis
Composed by：Traditional/Sam Kelly/Jamie Francis
As we rode out to Fyvie-o
As we rode out to Fyvie-o
Well I fell in love with
A lady like a dove
She went by the name of Peggy-o
There's many a lass in Auchterless
There's many a lass in the Garioch
There's many I've seen
On the streets of Aberdeen
But the flower of them
All is pretty Peggy-o
Oh pretty Peggy oh bonny lass of Fyvie
Well will you marry me pretty peggy-o
Will you marry me pretty peggy-o
Oh if you would marry me
I would set your city free
And I'd spare all the people in Fyvie-o
I will give you ribbons
I'll give you rings
I'll give you a necklace of amber-o
I will stitch you a dress
There'll be flowers on this chest
If you'll take a foreign soldier
For to marry-o
Oh pretty Peggy oh bonny lass of Fyvie
Well I would have married
You saint William-o
I would have married
You saint William-o
Oh I would have married
You before my brothers heart you slew
I would not take a foreign
Soldier for to marry-o
Oh pretty Peggy oh bonny lass of Fyvie
It was early next morning
When you passed away
The captain said he was sorry-o
The drums they did beat
Like the ground beneath our feet
And the band played
The bonny lass of Fyvie-o
Oh pretty Peggy oh bonny lass of Fyvie
If never I return pretty Peggy-o
If never I return pretty Peggy-o
When I see the morning dew
Oh I will think of you
My bonny lass of Fyvie-o
As we rode out to Fyvie-o
As we rode out to Fyvie-o
Well I fell in love with
A lady like a dove
She went by the name of Peggy-o
Oh pretty Peggy oh bonny lass of Fyvie
Oh pretty Peggy oh bonny lass of Fyvie
