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The Daughter of Peggy-O (Roud No. 117) - Sung by Ewan MacColl on "The Long Harvest Vol. 9" (1968). From the singing of Charles Spiller, Pitminster, Somerset, 1908.

Song transcription:

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.

She wouldn't card and she wouldn't spin,
Fol de rol de rol de rol de ri-ge-O
She wouldn't work all in the kitchen,
She was the driggle, draggle daughter of Peggy, O.

She wouldn't bake and she wouldn't brew,
Fol de rol de rol de rol de ri-ge-O
She wouldn't make her black look blue,
She was the driggle, draggle daughter of Peggy, O.

When this good man came home from plough,
Fol de rol de rol de rol de ri-ge-O
He says, 'My dear is the dinner ready now?'
She was the driggle, draggle daughter of Peggy, O.

She said, 'No, no, I won't be your drudge,
Fol de rol de rol de rol de ri-ge-O
You'll get some other one to be your drudge,'
She was the driggle, draggle daughter of Peggy, O.

And this good man pulled his coat from his back
Fol de rol de rol de rol de ri-ge-O
And made his stick go widgy, widgy whack.
She was the driggle, draggle daughter of Peggy, O.

'I I will card and I will spin,
Fol de rol de rol de rol de ri-ge-O
And I will work all in the kitchen,'
She was the driggle, draggle daughter of Peggy, O.

'I will bake and I will brew,
Fol de rol de rol de rol de ri-ge-O
And I will make my black look blue.'
She was the driggle, draggle daughter of Peggy, O.

'And if that won't do what I say now,
Fol de rol de rol de rol de ri-ge-O
I'll take the whip and go to plough.'
She was the driggle, draggle daughter of Peggy, O.