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