judy collins
born to the breed
[Chorus] As we march down to Fannerio As we march 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 but I 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  [Chorus]