เดิมที เพลงนี้เป็นเพลง Scottish folk song เก่าแก่ ในยุคแรกๆ มีชื่อเรียกกันว่า The Bonnie Lass o' Fyvie (โดยJohn Strachan ในปี 1951) , บ้างก็เรียก Bonnie Barbara-O หรือHandsome Polly-O และ Pretty Peggy of Derby ก็มี.... บางคนก็เรียกว่า There once was a troop o' Irish dragoons (ตามประโยคแรกของเพลง)
แต่ชื่อเพลงที่รู้จักกันดี ก็คือ Peggy-O. โดย
Bob Dylan ใช้ชื่อเพลง"Pretty Peggy-O" บนอัลบั้มแรกของเขาในชื่ออัลบั้ม Bob Dylanในปี 1962
Fennario ใช้เป็นชื่อเพลง จากอัลบั้ม Joan Baez in Concert ในปี 1963
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a0CwsT9JpTw
Simon and Garfunkel จากอัลบั้ม Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M. ในปี1964
อันนี้คือเนื้อที่สมบูรณื ที่เคยมีการบันทึกเอาไว้
There once was a troop o' Irish dragoons
Cam marching doon through Fyvie-o
And the captains fall in love wi' a very bonnie lass
And her name it was cad 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 floor o' them aw lyes 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 long 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 the Howe of Auchterless
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