There once was a troop of Irish dragoons
Come marching down through Fyvie-o;
And the captain fell in love with a very bonny lass
As we marched through the bonny streets of Fyvie-o

The captain's name was Ned; He was the pride of the regiment
The bonniest lad in all of the army-o
A very handsome sight, he was the lady's own delight
As we marched through the bonny streets of Fyvie-o

Well, it's I'll give you ribbons and I'll give you rings;
I'll give you a necklace of amber-o
If you'll come on down the stair, and comb back your yellow hair
And we'll march through the bonny streets of Fyvie-o

There's many a bonny lass in the town of Auchterless
Aye there's many a bonny lassie in the Geerie-o;
There's many a bonny Jean in the streets of Aberdeen
But the flower of all lives in Fyvie-o

"Mount up," the colonel cried, "and it's to the brae we'll ride
Down from the Gight unto Bonairi-o."
Well it's tarry another day we heard the captain say
As we marched through the bonny streets of Fyvie-o

The colonel in a rage drew his pistol and took aim
At the bonniest lad in all of the army-o
He fired a deadly ball and our captain he did fall
As we marched through the bonny streets of Fyvie-o
It's langer we left, the town of Auchterlass
We had our young captain to carry-o
And langer we came into bonny Aberdeen
That we had our young captain there to bury-o

There once was a troop of Irish dragoons
Come marching down through Fyvie-o
And the captain fell in love with a very bonny lass
As we marched through the bonny streets of Fyvie-o