As we marched down to Fennario
As we marched down to Fennario
Our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove
And the name she was called was pretty Peggy-O
or similar. On "dove" at the end of line 3 I play something like
Won't you come and go with me, pretty Peggy-O? (x2)
In coaches you shall ride with your true love by your side