Fennario As we marched down to Fennario, As we marched down to Fennario, Our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove. They call her by 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 when she hears the guineas clink, The soldiers all marchin before you-o? In a carriage you will ride, pretty Peggy-o. In a carriage you will ride, pretty Peggy-o. In a carriage you will ride with your true love by your side, As fair as any maiden in the are-o. Come skippin down the stair, pretty Peggy-o. Come skippin down the stair, pretty Peggy-o. Come skippin down the stair combin back your yellow hair, And bid farewell to sweet William-o. Sweet William is dead, pretty Peggy-o. Sweet William is dead, pretty Peggy-o. Sweet William is dead, and he died for a maid, The fairest maid in the are-o. If ever I return, pretty Peggy-o. If ever I return, pretty Peggy-o. If ever I return all your cities I will burn, Destroying all the ladies in the are-o. Destroying all the ladies in the are-o. youtube/watch?v=IK-SrZhbAyI
Posted on: Thu, 28 Nov 2013 01:08:53 +0000
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