There once was a troupe of
Irish dragoons
Come marching down through
Fife -y -o
And the captain fell in love
with a very funny lass
And her name, it was called
Pretty
Peggy -o
Oh, come down the stairs, pretty
Peggy, my dear
Oh, come down the stairs, pretty
Peggy, oh
Oh, come down the stairs,
come back here, my dear
Bid a long farewell to your mammy, oh
I never did intend as a soldier's for
to be I never will marry a soldier, oh
I never did intend to gang
to a foreign land,
And I never will marry a soldier, oh!
The coroner, cried, mounts,
mounts by his mounts,
The captain, he cried, tarry, oh!
I'll tarry for a while,
for another day or two,
Till I see if this bunny lass will marry,
oh!
Long ere we came to the town of
Argyllas,
We had our captain to carry o 'er,
And long ere we reached the streets of
Argyll,
We had our captain to bury o 'er.
Green grow the birks on
Gwaneedon's side,
And low lie the lowlands of
Fifey
O.
The captain's name was
Ned, and he died for a mate,
He died for the chambermaid of
Fifey
O.
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