Fennario (Live)

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.