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Fennario |
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C Am F C |
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As we marched down to Fennario, |
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C Em Am Em |
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As we marched down to Fennario, |
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F Em C Am |
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Our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove. |
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F C |
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They call her by name pretty Peggy-o. |
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C Am F C |
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What will your mother think pretty Peggy-o? |
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C Em Am Em |
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What will your mother think pretty Peggy-o? |
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F Em C Am |
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What will your mother think when she hears the guineas clink, |
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F C |
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The soldiers all marchin' before you-o? |
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C Am F C |
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In a carriage you will ride, pretty Peggy-o. |
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C Em Am Em |
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In a carriage you will ride, pretty Peggy-o. |
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F Em C Am |
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In a carriage you will ride with your true love by your side, |
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F C |
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As fair as any maiden in the are-o. |
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C Am F C |
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Come skippin' down the stair, pretty Peggy-o. |
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C Em Am Em |
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Come skippin' down the stair, pretty Peggy-o. |
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F Em C Am |
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Come skippin' down the stair combin' back your yellow hair, |
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F C |
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And bid farewell to sweet William-o. |
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C Am F C |
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Sweet William is dead, pretty Peggy-o. |
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C Em Am Em |
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Sweet William is dead, pretty Peggy-o. |
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F Em C Am |
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Sweet William is dead, and he died for a maid, |
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F C |
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The fairest maid in the are-o. |
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C Am F C |
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If ever I return, pretty Peggy-o. |
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C Em Am Em |
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If ever I return, pretty Peggy-o. |
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F Em C Am |
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If ever I return all your cities I will burn, |
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F C |
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Destroying all the ladies in the are-o. |
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F C |
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Destroying all the ladies in the are-o. |
