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There once was troop of Irish dragoonsCome mairchin' doon through Fyvie OThe captain's fa'en in love wi' a very bonnie quineHer name that she had was pretty Peggy O"Ah come runnin' doon the stairs, pretty Peggy, my dearCome runnin' doon the stairs, pretty Peggy OCome runnin' doon the stairs an' tie back yer yellow hairTak' a last fareweel tae yer daddie OFor it's I'll buy ye ribbons an' I'll buy ye ringsI'll buy ye necklaces o' lammer OI'll buy ye silken goon for tae clead ye up an' doonIf ye'd just come doon intae ma chamber O""Well, I'll hae nane o' yer ribbons, I'll hae nane o' yer ringsAn' nane o' yer necklaces o' lammer OAn' as for silken goon, I will never put it onAn' I never will enter yer chamber O"There's mony a bonnie lass in the howe o' AuchterlessAn' mony a bonnie lassie in the gearie OThere's mony a bonnie Jean in the toon o' AberdeenBut the flo'er o' them a' bides in Fyvie OWell, the colonel, he cries, "Mount, boys, mount, boys, mount"Letras de cancionesAnd the captain, he cries, "Tarry OTarry for a while, just anither day or twaFor tae see if the bonnie lass will marry O""I'll drink nae mair o' yer guid claret wineI'll drink nae mair o' yer glasses OFor the morn is the day that I maun ride awayWi' adieu tae ye, Fyvie lassies O"An' it's syne e'er we got tae Old Meldrum toonOor captain we had for tae carry OAn' syne e'er we got intae bonnie AberdeenOor captain we had for tae bury OIt's green grow the birks on Bonnie Ythan sideAnd low lie the Lowlands o' Fyvie OOor captain's name was Ned, an' he's died for a maidHe's died for the sodger lass o' Fyvie OThere once was troop of Irish dragoonsCome mairchin' doon through Fyvie OThe captain's fa'en in love wi' a very bonnie quineHer name that she had was pretty Peggy O From Letras Mania