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