As we march down to Fannerio As we march down to Fannerio Our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove And we called her by her name pretty Peggy O
What will your mother think pretty Peggy O? What will your mother think pretty Peggy O? What will your mother think but I hear the guineas clink? And the soldiers marchin' behind you O
You shall ride in a coach pretty Peggy O You shall ride in a coach pretty Peggy O You shall ride in a coach with your true love by your side As fine as any lady in the country O
And when I return pretty Peggy O When I return pretty Peggy O When I return, the city I will burn And destroy all the ladies in the country O
Come trippin' down the stairs pretty Peggy O Come trippin' down the stairs pretty Peggy O Come trippin' down the stairs combin' back your yellow hair Bid your last farewell to sweet William O
Sweet William he is dead pretty Peggy O Sweet William is dead pretty Peggy O Sweet William is dead and he died for a maid He's buried in the Louisiana country O
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