There once was a troop of Irish Dragoons
Came marching down through Fyvie-O
And our Captain's fell in love wi' a lady like a dove
The fairest maiden in Fyvie-O
There's many a bonny lass in the hire of Inverness
There's many a bonny lass in the Fyvie-O
There's many a bonny Jean in the streets of Aberdeen
But the fairest o' them all is pretty Peggy-O
Come tripping down the stairs pretty Peggy my dear
Come tripping down the stairs pretty Peggy-O
Come tripping down the stairs, comb back your yellow hair
And bid a last farewell to your mammy-O
What would your mammy think if she heard the guineas chink
And the hautboys playing afore ye-O?
What would your mammy think if she heard the guineas chink
And kenned you were married to a soldier O?
I never did intend a soldier's wife to be
I never will marry a soldier-O
I never did intend going to a foreign land
I'd rather bide here with my mammy-O
Then its up cries the Colonel mount boys mount
Oh tarry cries our captain oh tarry-O
Oh tarry for a while for another day or two
To see if this fair maiden will marry O
It was early the next morning as we marched away
And oh, but our captain was sorry-O
The drums they did beat o'er the bonnie braes o'gight
And the fife played the Lowlands of Fyvie-O