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PRETTY PEGGY-O

As we marched down to Fennario,
As we marched down to Fennario,
Our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove,
And they called her by name pretty Peggy-O.

Will you marry me, pretty Peggy-O?
Will you marry me, pretty Peggy-O?
If you will marry me, Iíll set your cities free,
Freeing all the ladies in the areo.

I would marry you, sweet William-O.
I would marry you, sweet William-O.
I would marry you, but your guineas are too few,
And I fear my Mama would be angry-O.

What would your Mama think, pretty Peggy-O?
What would your Mama think, pretty Peggy-O?
What would your Mama think if she heard my guineas clink,
As Iím marching at the head of my soldiers-O?

Come step on down the stairs, pretty Peggy-O.
Come step on down the stairs, pretty Peggy-O.
Come step on down the stairs, combing back your yellow hair.
Take a last farewell of sweet William-O.

In a carriage you shall ride, pretty Peggy-O.
In a carriage you shall ride, pretty Peggy-O.
In a carriage you shall ride, with your true love by your side,
As grand as any lady in the areo.

If ever I return, pretty Peggy-O,
If ever I return, pretty Peggy-O,
If ever I return, your cities I will burn,
Destroying all the ladies in the areo.

Sweet William he is dead, pretty Peggy-O.
Sweet William he is dead, pretty Peggy-O.
Sweet William he is dead, and he died for a maid,
And heís buried in the Louisiana country-O.

Traditional Appalachian



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