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,
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.