This song was recorded by Dylan and by the Grateful Dead. I've never heard either of thos recordings. I learned it from Simon & Garfunkel's Wednesday Morning 3 AM album, the only traditional recordings they did.
Dylan:
Pretty Peggy-O
Arranged by Bob Dylan
Played by Bob Dylan on Bob Dylan (1962) and occasionally during the Never Ending tour (21 performances in 1992, last performance 1998)
Tabbed by Eyolf Østrem
One verse intro (w/harp)
I've been around this whole country
But I never yet found Fennario.
G
Well, as we marched down, as we marched down
D
Well, as we marched down to Fennerio'
G C
Well, our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove
D G
the name that she had was Pretty Peggy-O
Well, what will your mother say, what will your mother say
What will your mother say, Pretty Peggy-O
What will your mother say to know you're going away
You're never, never, never coming back-io ?
Come a-running down your stairs
Come a-running down your stairs
Come a-running down your stairs, Pretty Peggy-O
Come a-running down your stairs
Combing back your yellow hair
You're the prettiest darned girl I ever seen-io.
The lieutenant he has gone
The lieutenant he has gone
The lieutenant he has gone, Pretty Peggy-O
The lieutenant he has gone, long gone
He's a-riding down in Texas with the rodeo.
Well, our captain he is dead, our captain he is dead
Our captain he is dead, Pretty Peggy-O
Well, our captain he is dead, died for a maid
He's buried somewhere in Louisiana-O.
Live version (Albany, NY April 18 1998)
D G D
As we marched out, to Fennario
D Bm F#m
As we marched out, to Fennario
G D G
Well, our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove
D
And he called her by name Pretty Peggy-O
Would you marry me, Pretty Peggy-O
Would you marry me, Pretty Peggy-O
Would you marry me, your cities I will free,
Free all the ladies in the are-o.
I would marry you, sweet William-o.
I would marry you, sweet William-o.
I would marry you, but your guineas are too few.
I'm afraid my mama would be so angry-o.
What would your mama think, Pretty Peggy-O
What would your mama think, Pretty Peggy-O
what would your mama think if she could hear my guineas clink
See me marching out ahead of my soldiers-o?
If ever I return, Pretty Peggy-O
If ever I return, Pretty Peggy-O
If ever I return, your cities I will burn
Destroy all the ladies in the area-o
Come tripping down the stairs, Pretty Peggy-O
Come tripping down the stairs, Pretty Peggy-O
Come tripping down the stairs, come and make your yellow hair
Bid your last farewell to sweet William-O.
The captain he is dead, Pretty Peggy-O
The captain he is dead, Pretty Peggy-O
The captain he is dead, and he died for a maid
He's buried in Lousiana Country-O
As we marched out, to Fennario
As we marched out, to Fennario
the captain fell in love with a lady like a dove
And he called her by name Pretty Peggy-O
Dead:
Peggy-O
Lyrics: Traditional
Music: Traditional
A traditional ballad played regularly by Jerry Garcia with the Grateful Dead from the early '70s.
As we rode out to Fennario
As we rode out to Fennario
Our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove
And he called her by name pretty Peggy-O
Will you marry me, pretty Peggy-O
Will you marry me, pretty Peggy-O
If you will marry me, I will set your cities free
And free all the ladies in the area-O
I would marry you, sweet William-O
I would marry you, sweet William-O
I would marry you, but your guineas are too few
And I feel my mother would be angry-O
What would your mother think, pretty Peggy-O
What would your mother think, pretty Peggy-O
What would your mother think when she hears the guineas clink
And saw me marching at the head of my soldiers-O
If ever I return, pretty Peggy-O
If ever I return, pretty Peggy-O
If ever I return, all your cities I will burn
Destroy all the ladies in the area-O
Come stepping down the stairs, pretty Peggy-O
Come stepping down the stairs, pretty Peggy-O
Come stepping down the stairs, combing back your yellow hair
And bid a last farewell to young Willie-O
Sweet William he is dead, pretty Peggy-O
Sweet William he is dead, pretty Peggy-O
Sweet William he is dead, and he died for a maid
And buried in the Louisiana country-O
Grateful Dead Recordings
Date Album
25 Sep 1976 Dick's Picks Vol 20
3 Sep 1977 Dick's Picks Vol 15
10 May 1978 Dick's Picks Vol 25
15 May 1980 Go To Nassau
Roots
The following piece is from Josephine McQuail's excellent piece "Folk Songs and Allusions to Folk Songs in the Repertoire of the Grateful Dead"
"As I researched the song, I discovered it was listed in a venerable volume of collected folklore, English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians, collected by Cecil J. Sharp. The song seems to be Scottish in origin. The version performed by the Grateful Dead resembles that transcribed in Cecil Sharp's book, but there are several variants. As is typical of folksongs, the place name given in the Dead version as "Fennario" is "Fernario" in Sharp's version. As the song is passed down from person to person words become changed or transposed, just as the message in the children's game of telephone gets more and more garbled as it is passed along. Sometimes nonsense syllables are substituted for what once were "real" words.
"An even older, Scottish version of the ballad called "The Bonnie Lass O'Fyvie" appears in Folk-Songs of the North-East and another version is given under the title Bonnie Barbara, O, in Vagabond Songs and Ballads of Scotland. From even the titles of the songs it is apparent that the names "Fennario" and "Fernario" both probably originally derived from "O'Fyvie" and the name "Peggy-O" perhaps from "Barbara, O." All of the versions considered together suggest the story of a love affair between a travelling enemy soldier and a local girl which is thwarted by the girl's ambitious mother who wants a son-in-law with more money and a higher social status. Thus his declarations go from a promise of love for "Barbara, O" to threats against the locals' lives when he returns from his next march. But he dies, heartbroken because of love for, respectively, "Peggy-O" and "Barbara O." "Bonnie Barbara, O" is given the setting of Derby and is in dialect, but the story of the song is a bit clearer. When the soldier asks Barbara what her mother would think of her daughter's marriage to an apparently well-to-do soldier, she replies:
Little would my mammie think, bonnie Sandy, O,
Little would my mammie think, bonnie Sandy O;
Little would my mammie think though she heard the guineas clink.
If her daughter was following a sodger, O."
"A Scottish version which found its way to the Southern United States is given in The Ballad of America. This version lacks the detail of the proud, angry mother. The setting of this version, "The Bonnie Lass o'Fyvie," in other Southern American versions changes from "Fyvie" to local settings or is replaced by nonsense words like "Ivory" or "Ireo."
There was a troop of Irish dragoons
Came marching down through Fyvie O;
The Captain's fallen in love with a bonnie, bonnie lass,
Her name it is called pretty Peggy O.
"O come down the stairs, pretty Peggy O," he said,
"O come down the stairs pretty Peggy, O,
O come down the stairs, comb aside your yellow hair,
Take the last farewell of your daddy, O.
Another version I found of "The Bonnie Lass Of Fyvie" has fuller lyrics:
There once was a troop of Irish dragoons
Come marching down thru Fyvie-O
And the captain fell in love wi' a very bonnie lass
And he called her by name, pretty Peggy-O
There's many a bonnie lass in the glen of Auchterlass
There's many a bonnie lass in Gairioch-O
There's many a bonnie Jean in the streets of Aberdeen
But the flower of them all lives in Fyvie-O
Come trippin' down the stair, Pretty Peggy, my dear
Come down the stairs, Pretty Peggy-O
Come trippin' down the stairs, combin' back your yellow hair
Bid a long farewell to your mammy-O
It's braw, aye it's braw, a captain's lady for to be
And it's braw to be a captain's lady-O
It's braw to ride around and to follow the camp
And to ride when your captain he is ready-O
Oh I'll give you ribbons, love, and I'll give you rings
I'll give you a necklace of amber-O
I'll give you a silken petticoat with flounces to the knee
If you'll convey me doon to your chamber-O
What would your mother think if she heard the guineas clink
And saw the haut-boys marching all before you-O
O little would she think gin she heard the guineas clink
If I followed a soldier laddie-O
I never did intend a soldier's lady for to be
A soldier shall never enjoy me-O
I never did intend to gae tae a foreign land
And I will never marry a soldier-O
I'll drink nae more o your claret wine
I'll drink nae more o your glasses-O
Tomorrow is the day when we maun ride away
So farewell tae your Fyvie lasses-O
The colonel he cried, mount, boys, mount, boys, mount
The captain, he cried, tarry-O
O tarry yet a while, just another day or twa
Til I see if the bonnie lass will marry-O
Twas in the early morning, when we marched awa
And oh but the captain he was sorry-O
The drums they did beat on the merry braes o' Gight
And the band played the bonnie lass of Fyvie-O
Long ere we came to the glen of Auchterlass
We had our captain to carry-O
And long ere we won into the streets of Aberdeen
We had our captain to bury-O
Green grow the birks on bonnie Ethanside
And low lie the lowlands of Fyvie-O
The captain's name was Ned and he died for a maid
He died for the bonny lass of Fyvie-O
S&G:
Peggy-O
(Traditional)
As we marched down to Faneri-o, as we marched down to Faneri-o,
our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove and they called her name pretty Peggy-o.
Come a-running down the stairs, pretty Peggy-o,
come a-running down the stairs, pretty Peggy-o,
come a-running down the stairs, combing back your yellow hair,
you're the prettiest little girl I've ever seen-o.
In a carriage you will ride, pretty Peggy-o, in a carriage you will ride, pretty Peggy-o,
in a carriage you will ride, with your true love by your side as fair as any maiden in the are-o.
What will your mother say, pretty Peggy-o? What will your mother say, pretty Peggy-o?
What will your mother say, when she finds you've gone away
to places far and strange, to Faneri-o?
If ever I return, pretty Peggy-o, if ever I return, pretty Peggy-o,
if ever I return, all your cities I will burn,
destroying all the ladies in the are-o, destroying all the ladies in the are-o.