The Bonnie Lass Of Fyvie Guitar Chords And Lyrics By The Corries

A traditional Scottish song, also recorded by The Dubliners. The video reminds me of what Folk music is really all about, two lads sitting by the fireside and teling the stories of bygone days. The sheet music and tin whistle notes are included.

[A]There once was a troop of Irish dragoons 
Come marching down thru [E]Fyvie-O 
And the [A]captain fell in love wi' a very bonnie [D]lass 
And he called her by [A]name, [E]pretty [A]Peggy-O

There's many a bonnie lass in the glen of Auchterlass 
There's many a bonnie lass in Gairioch-oO 
There's many a bonnie Jean in the streets of Aberdeen 
But the flower of them all lives in Fyvie, O

Come trippin' down the stair, Pretty Peggy, my dear 
Come down the stairs, Pretty Peggy-O 
Come trippin' down the stairs, combin' back your yellow hair 
Bid a long farewell to your mammy-O

It's braw, aye it's braw, a captain's lady for to be 
And it's braw to be a captain's lady-O 
It's braw to ride around and to follow the camp 
And to ride when your captain he is ready-O

O I'll give you ribbons, love, and I'll give you rings 
I'll give you a necklace of amber-O 
I'll give you a silken petticoat with flounces to the knee 
If you'll convey me doon to your chamber-O

What would your mother think if she heard the guineas clink 
And saw the haut-boys marching all before you-O 
O little would she think gin she heard the guineas clink 
If I followed a soldier laddie-O

I never did intend a soldier's lady for to be 
A soldier shall never enjoy me-O 
I never did intend to gae tae a foreign land 
And I will never marry a soldier-O

I'll drink nae more o your claret wine 
I'll drink nae more o your glasses-O 
Tomorrow is the day when we maun ride away 
So farewell tae your Fyvie lasses-O

The colonel he cried, mount, boys, mount, boys, mount 
The captain, he cried, tarry-O
O tarry yet a while, just another day or twa 
Til I see if the bonnie lass will marry-O

Twas in the early morning, when we marched awa 
And O but the captain he was sorry-O
The drums they did beat on the merry braes o' Gight 
And the band played the bonnie lass of Fyvie-O

Long ere we came to the glen of Auchterlass 
We had our captain to carry-O
And long ere we won into the streets of Aberdeen 
We had our captain to bury-O

Green grow the birks on bonnie Ethanside 
And low lie the lowlands of Fyvie-O 
The captain's name was Ned and he died for a maid 
He died for the bonny lass of Fyvie-O 

Sheet Music And Tin Whistle Notes For The Bonny Lass Of Fyvie

Here are the guitar chords for the key of G.

[G]There once was a troop of Irish dragoons 
Come marching down thru [D]Fyvie-O 
And the [G]captain fell in love wi' a very bonnie [C]lass 
And he called her by [G]name, [D]pretty [G]Peggy-O