The Bonnie Lass o' Fyvie

«The Bonnie Lass o' Fyvie» (Roud # 545) — askarlardan biri va bir ayol oʻrtasidagi barbod boʻlgan muhabbat haqidagi shotland xalq qoʻshigʻi.

Matni

Koʻp variantlar orasida eng murakkablaridan biri quyidagicha:

There once was a troop o' Irish dragoons
Cam marching doon through Fyvie-o
And the captain's fa'en in love wi' a very bonnie lass
And her name it was ca'd pretty Peggy-o

There's many a bonnie lass in the Howe o Auchterless
There's many a bonnie lass in the Garioch
There's many a bonnie Jean in the streets of Aiberdeen
But the floower o' them aw lies in Fyvie-o

O come doon the stairs, Pretty Peggy, my dear
Come doon the stairs, Pretty Peggy-o
Come doon the stairs, comb back your yellow hair
Bid a last 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 never will 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 o'er the bonnie braes o' Gight
And the band played the bonnie lass of Fyvie-o

Long ere we came to Oldmeldrum toon
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 Ythanside
And low lie the lowlands of Fyvie-o
The captain's name was Ned and he died for a maid
He died for the bonnie lass of Fyvie-o

Manbalar

Kitoblar

1. Ford, Robert (edited and annotated) (1904). Vagabond Songs and Ballads of Scotland, pp. 122. London: Paisley. ISBN B0000CVV48. 
2. English Folk Songs From the Southern Appalachians. GP, 1917. ISBN 0-19-313113-7. 
3. The Ballad of America, pp. 20. Carbondale and Edwardsville: University of Illinois Press, 1983. ISBN 0-8093-1061-9. 

Eslatma: ISBN raqamlari koʻrsatilgan nashrlarga mos kelmasligi mumkin

Davriy nashrlar va jurnallar

1. Greig, Gavin (1907–1911). "Folk-Songs of the North-East". Buchan Observer, Scotland. 
2. Cheyne, Sandy (2002). "Lucky escape for Fyvie's bonnie lass". Leopard Magazine, Scotland (September 2002). http://www.leopardmag.co.uk/feats/31/lucky-escape-for-fyvies-bonnie-lass. Qaraldi: February 19, 2006. The Bonnie Lass o' Fyvie]]