Peggy-O کے بول

As we rowed out To Fenarrio, As we rowed out To Fenarrio, Our captain fell in love With a lady like a dove And he called her by name, Peggy-o Won't you come with me Pretty Peggy-o? Won't you come with me Pretty Peggy-o? If you come with me We'll cross the great, blue sea Won't you marry me Pretty Peggy-o? I cannot marry you, A sailor, no I cannot marry you, A sailor, no I cannot marry you And cross the ocean blue I cannot marry you, A sailor, no What would your mother say, Peggy-o? What would your mother say, Pretty Peggy-o? What would your mother say, If I told her you could stay? What would your mother say, Peggy-o? For this gilded dove, Peggy-o, And for this gilded dove, Pretty Peggy-o, And for this gilded dove, Our captain died for love