Pretty Peggy-O - Traditional Arr. by Jack Hardy

As we marched down to Fenerio

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 those Guiness clink
And them soldiers all marching before ye-O

Come along with me pretty Peggy-O
Come along with me pretty Peggy-O
In coaches ye shall ride
With your true love by your side
Just as grand as any lady in this are-O

You're the man I adore handsome Willie-O
You're the man I adore handsome Willie-O
You're the man I adore
But your fortune is too low
And I fear my mamma would be angry-O

Come trippin' down the stairs pretty Peggy-O
Come atrippin' down them stairs pretty Peggy-O
Come trippin' down them stairs
And tie back your yellow hair
And bid a last farewell to handsome Willie-O

Our captain he lies dead pretty Peggy-O
Our captain he lies dead pretty Peggy-O
Our captain he lies dead
His own bullet in his head
And he's buried in Louisiana country-O

If ever I return pretty Peggy-O
If ever I return pretty Peggy-O
If ever I return
Your damn cities I will burn
And destroy all them ladies in this are-O

[repeat first verse]

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