There once was a troop of Irish dragoons
Came marching down through Fyvie-o
The Captain fell in love with a rare bonny lass
Her name it was called Pretty Peggy-O

And it's come down the stairs pretty Peggy, my dear
Oh Come down the stairs pretty Peggy-0 Oh
Come down the stair, comb back your yellow hair
Bid a long farewell to your Mammy-O

I never did intend a soldier's wife for to be
I never will marry a soldier-O
I never did intend to go to a foreign land
A soldier will never enjoy me, 0

There's many a bonny Jean in the town of Aberdeen
There's many a bonny lass in the Garioch

There's many a bonny lass in the Howe o Auchterless
But the flower o' them all bides in Fyvie-o

Now the Captain he cried 'Mount!
Mount, boys, mount!'
The Colonel he cried 'Tarry, 0!'
'We'll tarry for a while, for another day or twa
To see if this bonny lass will marry, o!'
But long ere we reached the Howe o' Auchterless
We had our Captain to carry O
And long ere we reached the streets of Aberdeen
We had our Captain to bury O

Now green grow the buds by the bonny Ythanside
And low lie the lowlands o Fyvie-o
The Captain's name was Ned, he died for the maid
He died for the chambermaid of Fife-0