As we marched down to Fennario
As we marched down to Fennario
Our captain fell in love
With a lady like a dove
And the name she was called was pretty Peggy-o
Come go along with me, pretty Peggy-o
Come go 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 ar-e-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
You're the man that I adore, handsome Willy-o
You're the man that I adore, handsome Willy-o
You're the man that I adore
But your fortune is too low
I'm afraid 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 Willy-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 are-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
Bludyodel - Peggy-O Lyrics
Bludyodel - Peggy-O Lyrics
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As we marched down to Fennario
As we marched down to Fennario
Our captain fell in love
With a lady like a dove
And the name she was called was pretty Peggy-o
Come go along with me, pretty Peggy-o
Come go 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 ar-e-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
You're the man that I adore, handsome Willy-o
You're the man that I adore, handsome Willy-o
You're the man that I adore
But your fortune is too low
I'm afraid 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 Willy-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 are-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
As we marched down to Fennario
Our captain fell in love
With a lady like a dove
And the name she was called was pretty Peggy-o
Come go along with me, pretty Peggy-o
Come go 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 ar-e-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
You're the man that I adore, handsome Willy-o
You're the man that I adore, handsome Willy-o
You're the man that I adore
But your fortune is too low
I'm afraid 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 Willy-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 are-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
Writer: Bludyodel
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