Pretty Peggy-O

There's many a bonnie lass
In the hills of Auchterless
There's many a bonnie Ellen
Who will wet thee-o
Ah, there's many a bonnie Jean
In the streets of Aberdeen
But the flower of them all
Is in Fyvie-o

Oh, the colonel cries
“Mount boys, mount boys, mount”
But the captain, he cries
“Tarry-o! Oh, tarry a day
For I cannot ride away
Til I see if this pretty maid will marry-o”

Oh, I'll give you ribbons, love
And I'll give you rings
And I'll give you a necklace of amber-o
If you'll ride by my side
And be a soldier's bride
And follow me home to my family-o

Oh, come down the stairs
Pretty Peggy, my dear
Come down the stairs, Pretty Peggy-o
Oh, come down the stairs
Comb back your yellow hair
Say a long farewell to your mammy-o

A soldier's wife, I never shall be
However if d'you may desire me-o
I never do intend to go to a foreign land
And leave the bonnie banks of the Fyvie-o

It's early next morning
That we marched away
And all but the captain was sorry-o
The drums they did beat
As we marched down the street
And the band played
The bonnie banks o' Fyvie-o

Oh, come down the stairs
Pretty Peggy, my dear
Come down the stairs, Pretty Peggy-o
Oh, come down the stairs
Comb back your yellow hair
Say a long farewell to your mammy-o

Oh, green grow the trees
On the bonnie banks and leas
And low lie the lowlands o' Fyvie-o
And it's many a bonnie Jean
This soldier, he has seen
But none like Pretty Peggy o' Fyvie-o

Oh, come down the stairs
Pretty Peggy, my dear
Come down the stairs, Pretty Peggy-o
Oh, come down the stairs
Comb back your yellow hair
Say a long farewell to your mammy-o