Peggy-O


As we marched down to Fernario,
As we marched down to Fernario,
Our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove,
And the name she was called was pretty Peggy-O.

What would your mother think, pretty Peggy-O ?
What would your mother think, pretty Peggy-O ?
What would your mother think for to hear the guineas clink,
And the soldiers all are marching before ye-O ?

Come along with me pretty Peggy-O,
Come along with me pretty Peggy-O,
In coaches you shall ride, with your true love by your side,
Just as grand as any lady in the area-O.

You're the man that I adore, handsome Willie-O,
You're the man that I adore, handsome Willie-O,
You're the man that I adore, but your fortune is too low,
And I fear my mother would be angry-O.

Come a-trippin' down the stair, pretty Peggy-O,
Come a-trippin' down the stair, pretty Peggy-O,
Come a-trippin' down the stair and tie up your yellow hair,
Bid a last farewell to handsome Willie-O.

If ever I return, pretty Peggy-O,
If ever I return, pretty Peggy-O,
If ever I return, the city I will burn,
And destroy all the ladies in the area-O.

Our captain, he is dead, pretty Peggy-O,
Our captain, he is dead, pretty Peggy-O,
Our captain he is dead, and he died for a maid,
And he's buried in the Louisiana country-O.

Midi sequenced by Terry Stephens
Used with permission

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