Daughter Of Peggy-O

There was a little man came from the West,
Fol de rol de rol de rol de rigeo,
He married a wife, she was not of the best,
She was the driggle draggle daughter of Peggy, O.

She wouldn't card, she wouldn't spin,
She wouldn't work all in the kitchen.

When this good man came home from plough,
He says: 'My dear, is the dinner ready now?'

'Oh, if your dinner you must have,
Then get it yourself, I'm not your slave.'

'For I won't brew and I won't bake,
And I won't get my white hands black.'

This good man pulled his coat from his back,
And made his stick go widgy widgy whack.

'And if you won't do what I say now,
I'll take and yoke you to the plough.'

'Oh, I will card and I will spin,
And I will work all in the kitchen.'

'And I will bake and I will brew,
And I will cook your dinner for you.'