Текст песни Fannerio - Judy Collins

As we marched down to Fannerio
As we marched 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 [?] 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

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