Peggy-O -- Trad., sung Joan Baez, Simon and Garfunkel, Grateful Dead et al.

[This is closest to the Baez version.]


CC Piano Chord 
             AmAm Piano Chord 
   EmEm Piano Chord 
    FF Piano Chord 
   CC Piano Chord 

As we marched down to Fennario
CC Piano Chord 
  GG Piano Chord 
            CC Piano Chord 
  GG Piano Chord 
  CC Piano Chord 
   GG Piano Chord 

As we marched down to Fennario
AmAm Piano Chord 
      GG Piano Chord 
       CC Piano Chord 
           GG Piano Chord 
           FF Piano Chord 
      CC Piano Chord 

Our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove
CC Piano Chord 
            AmAm Piano Chord 
     EmEm Piano Chord 
         FF Piano Chord 
     CC Piano Chord 

And the name she was called was pretty Peggy-O

The main embellishment I use is on the F chords. In the first and last
lines, I hammer on the A note on the G string, i.e. play

E---1------1-----
B---1--------1---
G---0h2--0-----2-
D---3------------
A---3------------
E---1------------

or similar. On "dove" at the end of line 3 I play something like

E------------1---------------1---0--
B----------1---------------1-----1--
G------0h2-----------0-h-2-------0--
D--2-h-3-------2-h-3-------------2--
A--2-h-3-------2-h-3-------------3--
E-----------------------------------


Other verses (again, close to Baez's):

Won't you come and go with me, pretty Peggy-O? (x2)
In coaches you shall ride with your true love by your side
Just as grand as any lady in the are-o

What would your mother think, pretty Peggy-O? (x2)
What would your mother think for to hear the guineas clink
And the soldiers all marching before you?

You're the man that I adore, sweet William-O (x2)
You're the man that I adore, but your fortune is too low
I'm afraid that my mother would be angry-o

Come tripping down the stairs, pretty Peggy-O (x2)
Come tripping down the stairs and tie up your yellow hair
Bid a last farewell to sweet William-O

If ever I return, pretty Peggy-O (x2)
If ever I return then the city I shall burn
And destroy all the ladies in the are-o

Our captain he is dead, pretty Peggy-O (x2)
Our captain he is dead, and he died for a maid
And he's buried in Louisiana county-o.


Nick

"To a philosopher all _news_, as it is called, is gossip, and they who edit
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