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THE DAUGHTER OF PEGGY. O I There was a little man came from the West Fol de rol de rol de rol de ri-ge-O He married a wife, she was none of the best, She was the driggle, draggle daughter of Peggy, O. ^ 2 She wouldn't card, she wouldn't spin, Fol de rol, etc. She wouldn't work all in the kitchen, She was the driggle, draggle daughter of Peggy, O. 3 She wouldn't bake, she wouldn't brew, etc. She wouldn't make her black look blue, etc. 4 When this good man came home from plough, He says, 'My dear is the dinner ready now?' 5 She said, 'No, no, I won't be your drudge, You'll get some other one to be your drudge,' 6 And this good man pulled his coat from his back And made his stick go widgy, widgy whack. 7 'O I will card and I will spin, And I will work all in the kitchen,' 8 'I will bake and I will brew, And I will make my black look blue.' 9 'And if that won't do what I say now, I'll take the whip and go to plough.' from the singing of Charles Spiller, Pitminster, Somerset, I908 Child #277 filename[ DANNDOO3 RG Feb07 |
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