The Maid Of Fife

G There once was a troop of Irish dragoons D Come marching down thru Fyvie-O G C And the captain fell in love wi' a very bonnie lass G D G And he called her by her name, pretty Peggy-O G There's many a bonnie lass in the glen of Auchterlass D There's many a bonnie lass in Gairioch-oO G C There's many a bonnie Jean in the streets of Aberdeen G D G But the flower of them all lives in Fyvie, O G Come trippin' down the stair, Pretty Peggy, my dear D Come down the stairs, Pretty Peggy-O G C Come trippin' down the stairs, combin' back your yellow hair G D G Bid a long farewell to your mammy-O G It's braw, aye it's braw, a captain's lady for to be D And it's braw to be a captain's lady-O G C It's braw to ride around and to follow the camp G D G And to ride when your captain he is ready-O G O I'll give you ribbons, love, and I'll give you rings D I'll give you a necklace of amber-O G C I'll give you a silken petticoat with flounces to the knee G D G If you'll convey me doon to your chamber-O G What would your mother think if she heard the guineas clink D And saw the haut-boys marching all before you-O G C O little would she think gin she heard the guineas clink G D G If I followed a soldier laddie-O G I never did intend a soldier's lady for to be D A soldier shall never enjoy me-O G C I never did intend to gae tae a foreign land G D G And I will never marry a soldier-O G I'll drink nae more o your claret wine D I'll drink nae more o your glasses-O G C Tomorrow is the day when we maun ride away G D G So farewell tae your Fyvie lasses-O G The colonel he cried, mount, boys, mount, boys, mount D The captain, he cried, tarry-O G C O tarry yet a while, just another day or twa G D G Til I see if the bonnie lass will marry-O G Twas in the early morning, when we marched awa D And O but the captain he was sorry-O G C The drums they did beat on the merry braes o' Gight G D G And the band played the bonnie lass of Fyvie-O G Long ere we came to the glen of Auchterlass D We had our captain to carry-O G C And long ere we won into the streets of Aberdeen G D G We had our captain to bury-O Verse 11 G Green grow the birks on bonnie Ethanside D And low lie the lowlands of Fyvie-O G C The captain's name was Ned and he died for a maid G D G He died for the bonny lass of Fyvie-O