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

What will your mother think, pretty Peggy-oh?
What will your mother think, pretty Peggy-oh?
What will your mother think when she hears the guineas clink
And the soldiers marching behind you-oh

You shall ride in a coach, pretty Peggy-oh
You shall ride in a coach, pretty Peggy-oh
You shall ride in a coach with your true love by your side
As fine as any lady in the country-oh

And when I return, pretty Peggy-oh
And when I return, pretty Peggy-oh
When I return, the city I will burn
And destroy all the ladies in the country-oh

Come trippin’ down the stairs, pretty Peggy-oh
Come trippin’ down the stairs, pretty Peggy-oh
Come trippin’ down the stairs combin’ back your yellow
Bid your last farewell to sweet William-oh

Sweet William he is dead, pretty Peggy-oh
Sweet William he is dead, pretty Peggy-oh
Sweet William he is dead and he died for a maid
He’s buried in the Louisiana country-oh

Well, a light dragoon came over the hill when the moon was shining clearly
There was a little lady and she knew him by his horse, because she loved him dearly
Dearly, so dearly
There was a little lady and she knew him by his horse, because she loved him dearly

Well, she’s taken him by the near-side rein, led him to the stable
“Here’s hay and corn for your horse, young man, he can eat while he is able
Able, so able
Here’s hay and corn for your horse, young man, he can eat while he is able”

Then she’s taken him by the lily-white hand, led him to the table
“Here’s cakes and wine for you, my dear, you can drink now you are able
Able, so able
Here’s cakes and wine for you, my dear, you can drink now you are able”

Well, she’s taken a bottle in her hand, poured out the wine so clearly
“Here’s a health to yours and to mine” she said “Ain’t you welcome home my dearie
Dearie, my dearie
Here’s a health to yours and to mine” she said “Ain’t you welcome home my dearie”

Then she’s gone upstairs to make his bed, make it soft and comfy
How nimble she’s jumped into the bed for to see if it was easy
Easy, so easy
How nimble she’s jumped into the bed for to see if it was easy

Then the light dragoon has come upstairs, threw his trousers on the table
And how nimble he’s jumped into the bed for to do what he was able
Able, so able
And how nimble he’s jumped into the bed for to do what he was able

Well, they’ve laid in bed and the clock struck one, the trumpets they were sounding
Well, her spirits they were high and her belly it was low and she’s gone home to her mammy
Mammy, her mammy
Well, her spirits they were high and her belly it was low and she’s gone home to her mammy

“Where have you been the live-long night?” inquired her anxious parents
“Oh, I’ve been along with the light dragoon because I love him dearly
Dearly, so dearly
Oh, I’ve been along with the light dragoon because I love him dearly”

Oh, the happy summers of the olden days
And the brown boats stealin’ through the golden haze
And the cuckoos callin’ from the woods within
And my love beside me and the tide full in

Oh, it’s sad ‘round Dooris when the tide is low
And the green fields buried ‘neath the frost and snow
And the dark night’s lonely with the curlew’s cry
And I’m thinkin’, thinkin’ of the times gone by

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Oh, was I not foolish when I let him go?
To seek his fortune where the west winds blow
If a fair wind brought him to my aching heart
With my two arms ‘round him we would never part

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Oh, a dear, dear letter on my fond heart lies
And its words of promise more than life I prize
For it whispers “Darlin’, soon I’ll fortune win
And return to claim you when the tide’s full in”

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She leaned her back against a thorn
Fine flowers in the valley
And there she’s had her sweet babe born
And the green leaves they grow rarely

“Oh, smile ne’er so sweet, my bonny, bonny babe”
“Or you’ll smile so sweet, you’ll smile me dead”

She’s taken out her little pen-knife
And she’s twined that sweet babe of it’s life

She dug a grave by the light of the moon
And there she laid her sweet babe in

As she was a-walkin’ by her father’s hall
She spied a wee child playin’ at ball

“Babe, of babe, if you were mine”
“I would dress you up in silks so fine”

“Oh, mother, oh, mother when I was thine”
“You did not prove to me so kind”

“Oh, babe, oh, babe, can you tell to me”
“What kind of death I am to dee?”

“Oh, seven long years a bird in the wood”
“And seven long years a fish in the flood”

“Seven long years the tongue of a bell”
“And seven long years in the flames of hell”

“Oh, welcome, welcome bird in the wood”
“And welcome, welcome fish in the flood”

“And welcome, welcome warning bell”
“But God save me from the flames of hell”

Oh, tomorrow night and I just can’t wait
Me and Kitty’s got a date
Kitty alone, Kitty alone
Kitty alone and I
Promenade and do-se-do
Cheek to cheek and toe to toe
Kitty alone, Kitty alone
Kitty alone and I

Well, you ought to see her clap her hands
When they play old “Sally Ann”
Take your money if you bet
Never miss a single set

Oh, we dance all night till the break of day
Don’t care what the old folks say
Promenade and do-se-do
Cheek to cheek and toe to toe

Well I hope someday she’ll marry me
Oh, how happy we would be
Teach the kids to dance and play
Drivin’ all our cares away

Because my overcoat’s in pawn, I choose to take my glass
Within a little bistro on the rue du Montparnasse
The dusty bins with bottles shine, the counter’s lined with zinc
And there I sit and drink my wine and think

I think of citron trees aglow, of fan palms shading down
Of sailors dancing heel and toe, with wenches black and brown
And though it’s all an ocean far from Yucatan to France
I’ll bet beside the old bazaar they dance

Li, la, li, li, la, li—li, la, li, li, la, li—li, la, li, li, la, li, li, la li
Li, la, li, li, la, li—li, la, li, li, la, li—li, la, li, li, la, li, li, la li

I think of Monte Carlo where the pallid croupiers call
And in the gorgeous, guilty air, the gamblers watch the ball
And as I flick away the foam with which my beer is crowned
The wheels beneath the gilded dome go round

I think of Nijni Novgorod, of Jews who never rest
Of womenfolk with spade and hod who slave in Budapest
Of strong and sturdy Japanese who pound the paddy soil
And as I loaf and smoke at ease, they toil

I think of shrines in Hindustan, of cloistral glooms in Spain
Of minarets in Isphahan, of St Sophia’s fane
Of convent towers in Palestine, of temples in Cathay
And as I stretch and sip my wine they pray

And so my dreams I dwell within, and visions come and go
And life is passing like a cin-ematographic show
Till just as surely as my pipe is underneath my nose
Amid my visions rich and ripe I doze

Captain, Captain, what would you give to me?
If I will sink the Turkish Revery
If I sink her in the lowdown
Lowdown, lowdown
If I sink her in the lowdown, lonesome low

Gold and silver shinin' so bright
And my fairest daughter you'll wed her tonight
If you sink her in the lowdown
Lowdown, lowdown
If I sink her in the lowdown, lonesome low

So he bared his breast and he swam the tide
And he bored three holes in the other ships side
And he sank her in the lowdown
Lowdown, lowdown
He sank her in the lowdown, lonesome low

Then he bared his breast and he swam the tide
He swam right back to his own ship's side
As she sailed in the lowdown
Lowdown, lowdown
As she sailed in the lowdown, lonesome low

Captain, Captain, take me on board
If you don't you've got to forfeit your word
For you promised in the lowdown
Lowdown, lowdown
You swore in the lowdown, lonesome, low

Sailor boy, sailor boy, don't appeal to me
For you drowned fifty souls when you sank the Revery
And you drowned them in the lowdown
Lowdown, lowdown
You drowned ’em in the lowdown, lonesome low

If it wasn't for the love that I hold for your men
I'd drown you the same as I drowned them
And I'd sink you in the lowdown
Lowdown, lowdown
I’d sink you in the lowdown, lonesome low

So he bared his breast and down sank he
He sank till he came to the bottom of the sea
And he’s drowned in the lowdown
Lowdown, lowdown
He's sleepin’ in the lowdown, lonesome low

The first time that I met my love it was in fair Tavern Green
And I would wish with all my heart his face I’d never seen
It was his killing glances that wounded my heart sore
For I was sick and bad in love till I could love no more

Oh, love it is a killing thing I hear the people say
And for to love and not be loved it will waste your life away
For to be sick and bad in love and not to mend again
Oh, love it is a killing thing, have you ever felt the pain?

I wish my love was a nightingale sitting by yon garden wall
And I to be a drop of dew, down on his chest I’d fall
Then into my love’s arms, all for to sport and play
And we’d roll about a whole winter’s night and never long for day

If I was queen of England as Queen Anne was long ago
Many and precious presents to my love I would bestow
He never would want money while I would rule as queen
For it’s many a pleasant hour I’ve spent ‘round bonny Tavern Green

I am the Laird of Udny’s walls
And I’ve come here with right good cause
I’ve suffered more than thirty falls
Just gallopin’ o’er the plain, so

Let me in this ae nicht, this ae, ae, ae nicht
Let me in this ae nicht or I’ll never come back again-oh

My mother she is sound asleep
And the bedroom door does chirrup and cheep
The bedroom door does chirrup and cheep
And I cannot let you in, so

Go you home this ae nicht, this ae, ae, ae nicht
Go you home this ae nicht and never come back again

I’ll oil your door so it won’t squeak
And it will neither chirrup nor cheep
No it will neither chirrup nor cheep
And I’ll come slippin’ in, so

Let me in this ae nicht, this ae, ae, ae nicht
Let me in this ae nicht or I’ll never come back again-oh

Well, when he got in he was so glad
He’s taken the bonnet from offen his head
And he kissed her on the cheek so red
And the old wife heard the din-oh

But well she liked that ae nicht, that ae, ae, ae nicht
Well she liked that ae nicht that she let her laddie in-oh

Well, when he got in he was so glad
He’s knocked the bottom-boards out of the bed
And he stole the lassies maidenhead
And the old wife heard the din-oh

But well she liked that ae nicht, that ae, ae, ae nicht
Well she liked that ae nicht that she let her laddie in-oh

I am the Laird of Udny’s walls
And I’ve come here with right good cause
I’ve suffered more than thirty falls
Just gallopin’ o’er the plain, so

Let me in this ae nicht, this ae, ae, ae nicht
Let me in this ae nicht or I’ll never come back again-oh

As I was a walkin’ through Dublin city
About the hour of twelve at night
It was there I spied a fair pretty maiden
She was washin’ her feet by candlelight

First she washed them and then she dried them
And around her shoulders she pegged the towel
And in all my days I ne’er did see
Such a fine young lass about the sole

She had twenty, eighteen, sixteen, fourteen
Twelve, ten, eight, six, four, two, none
Nineteen seventeen, fifteen, thirteen
Eleven, nine, seven, five, three and one

She said “Round and round the wheel of fortune
Where it stops wearies me
Young men they are so deceiving
Sad experience teaches me”

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“Oh, but tides do be runnin’ the whole world over
Why, ‘twas only last June, love, I mind that we
Were thinkin’ the fire in the breast of a lover
So everlastin’ as the sea”

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“Here’s the same little fishes that swim and spin
And the same old moon on the cold wet sand
I’m no more to him nor he to me
Than the cool wind passin’ o’er my hand”

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Here’s adieu, my lovely Nancy, ten thousand times adieu
I’ll be thinking of my own true love, I’ll be thinking, dear, of you

And will you change a ring with me my love, will you change a ring with me?
For it might be a token of true love, when I am far at sea

And when I am far away from home and you know not where I am
Fond letters I will write to you from every foreign land

When the farmer lads come home work they will tell their girls fine tales
Of all that they’ve been doing all day out in the fields

Of the wheat and hay that they’ve cut down, sure, it’s all that they can do
While we poor jolly, jolly hearts of oak must plow the seas all through

And when that we return again to our own dear native shore
Fine stories we will tell to you, how we plowed the oceans o’er

And we’ll make the ale-houses to ring and the taverns they will roar
And when our money it is all gone, well, we’ll go to sea for more