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Sam Kelly
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Bonny Lass of Fyvie
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, Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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 ever I return pretty Peggy-o, If ever 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.
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