Pretty Maggie-o by Tommy Makem
As we marched down through Tipperary-o
As we marched down through Tipperary-o
Our captain stood in awe, 'twas the first time that he
saw
That fair and lovely lady, pretty Maggie-o
There are many lovely ladies in this country-o
There are many lovely ladies in this country-o
There are many fresh and fair from Belfast to sweet
Kenmare
But the fairest of them all is pretty Maggie-o
'Will you list in the army pretty Maggie-o
Will you list in the army pretty Maggie-o?
You will have a horse to ride and a captain by your
side
And a whole band of music playing 'round you-o'
'I never will be a soldiers lady-o
I never will be a soldiers lady-o
I don't intend to roam from my parents and my home
To marry any soldier in the army-o'
Our colonel gave orders not to tarry-o
Our colonel gave orders not to tarry-o
Our captain's heart was broke from the words that
Maggie spoke
Oh, cruel were the words of pretty Maggie-o
Long 'ere our troop had reached Killarney-o
Long 'ere our troop had reached Killarney-o
Our captain passed away and we laid him in the clay
He had died for the love of pretty Maggie-o
Cold are the icy winds of winter-o
Cold are the icy winds of winter-o
But colder I declare was the heart of one so fair
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