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<\/a>Trooper Christiana Davis,<\/a> Jos. Morneault<\/p>\n <\/p>\n There once was a troop of Irish dragoons There’s many a bonnie lass in the glen of Auchterlass O come down the stairs, Pretty Peggy, my dear It’s braw, aye it’s braw, a captain’s lady for to be O I’ll give you ribbons, love, and I’ll give you rings What would your mother think if she heard the guineas clink I never did intend a soldier’s lady for to be I’ll drink nae more o your claret wine The colonel he cried, mount, boys, mount,boys, mount Twas in the early morning, when we marched awa Long ere we came to the glen of Auchterlass Green grow the birks on bonnie Ethanside This is a traditional Scots song that was made rather more famous in the hands of the Clancy Brothers.\u00a0 Other artists performed variations of this song or even processed it to make it their own, such as Joan Baez, Simon and Garfunkel, Bob Dylan, even the Grateful Dead.\u00a0 There is some speculation that the song […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":21,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1109","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1109","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1109"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1109\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4819,"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1109\/revisions\/4819"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/21"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1109"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
6th (Inniskilling) Dragoons<\/a><\/p><\/div>\n
\nCome marching down through Fyvie-O
\nAnd the captain fell in love with a very bonnie lass
\nAnd the name she was called was pretty Peggy-o<\/p>\n
\nThere’s many a bonnie lass in Gairioch-o
\nThere’s many a bonnie Jean in the streets of Aberdeen
\nBut the flower of them all lives in Fyvie, O<\/p>\n
\nCome down the stairs, Pretty Peggy-o
\nCome down the stairs, comb back your yellow hair
\nBid a long farewell to your mammy-o<\/p>\n
\nAnd it’s braw to be a captain’s lady-o
\nIt’s braw to ride around and to follow the camp
\nAnd to ride when your captain he is ready-o<\/p>\n
\nI’ll give you a necklace of amber-o
\nI’ll give you a silken petticoat with flounces to the knee
\nIf you’ll convey me doon to your chamber-o<\/p>\n
\nAnd saw the haut-boys marching all before you o
\nO little would she think gin she heard the guineas clink
\nIf I followed a soldier laddie-o<\/p>\n
\nA soldier shall never enjoy me-o
\nI never did intend to gae tae a foreign land
\nAnd I will never marry a soldier-o<\/p>\n
\nI’ll drink nae more o your glasses-o
\nTomorrow is the day when we maun ride away
\nSo farewell tae your Fyvie lasses-o<\/p>\n
\nThe captain, he cried, tarry-o
\nO tarry yet a while, just another day or twa
\nTil I see if the bonnie lass will marry-o<\/p>\n
\nAnd O but the captain he was sorry-o
\nThe drums they did beat on the merry braes o’ Gight
\nAnd the band played the bonnie lass of Fyvie, O<\/p>\n
\nWe had our captain to carry-o
\nAnd long ere we won into the streets of Aberdeen
\nWe had our captain to bury-o<\/p>\n
\nAnd low lie the lowlands of Fyvie, O
\nThe captain’s name was Ned and he died for a maid
\nHe died for the bonny lass of Fyvie, O<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"