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Peggy-o Grateful Dead
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##song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. ##Peggy-O -- Trad., sung Joan Baez, Simon and Garfunkel, Grateful Dead et al.
#(This is closest to the Baez version.)#Transcribed by Nick Munn (nsm14@cus.cam.ac.uk)#
[C]As we marched [Am]down [Em]to Fen[F]nari[C]o
As [C]we [G]marched down [C]to [G]Fen[C]nari[G]o
Our [Am]captain [G]fell in [C]love with a [G]lady like a [F]dove
And the [C]name she was [Am]called [Em]was pretty [F]Peggy-[C]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
and read it are old women over their tea." - H.D. Thoreau, "Walden"
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