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Thread #790   Message #2050813
Posted By: Roberto
13-May-07 - 03:03 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Pretty Peg (from The Bothy Band)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Pretty Peg (from The Bothy Band)
As sung by Triona Ni Dhomhnaill with The Bothy Band, The First Album, 1975. But please help me complete it, I miss something in stanza 1 and 2. Thanks. R

When Pretty Peg went down the street
Some fresh fish for to buy
But the ... followed after her
And he kissed her by and by

With my tiddy-right-fol-da-liddle-dido
With my tiddy-right-fol-da-liddle-da

"Oh how can I get to your chamber, love?
Or how can I get to your bed?
When your daddy goes to bed at night
With a keen eye ... his head?"

"Oh go and get the ladder, love
With thirty steps and three
And put it to the chimney top
And come down in a creel to me"

With my tiddy-right-fol-da-liddle-dido
With my tiddy-right-fol-da-liddle-da

"I went and got a ladder, love
With thirty steps and three
And a creel on the top of that
And come down in the lum to thee"

With my tiddy-right-fol-da-liddle-dido
With my tiddy-right-fol-da-liddle-da

No peace nor ease could the old wife get
With dreams running through her head
"I'll lay on me life," said the gay old wife
"There's a boy in me daughter's bed"

With my tiddy-right-fol-da-liddle-dido
With my tiddy-right-fol-da-liddle-da

Then up the stairs the old man crept
And into the room did steal
Silence reigned where the daughter slept
And he never twigged the creel

With my tiddy-right-fol-da-liddle-dido
With my tiddy-right-fol-da-liddle-da

"My curse attend you, father
What brought you up so soon?
To put me through my evening prayers
And I just lying down?"

With my tiddy-right-fol-da-liddle-dido
With my tiddy-right-fol-da-liddle-da

He went back to his gay old wife
He went back to she
"She has the prayer book in her hand
And she's praying for you and me"

With my tiddy-right-fol-da-liddle-dido
With my tiddy-right-fol-da-liddle-da

No peace nor ease could that old wife get
'Til she would rise and see
She came on a stumbling-block
And into the creel went she

With my tiddy-right-fol-da-liddle-dido
With my tiddy-right-fol-da-liddle-da

"Oh high I rocked her, oh I rocked her
Didn't I rock her well?
For if any old wife begrudge me her daughter
I'll rock her into hell"

With my tiddy-right-fol-da-liddle-dido
With my tiddy-right-fol-da-liddle-da