Peggy Gordon
Oh Peggy Gordon, you are my darlingCome sit you down upon my kneeAnd tell to me the very reasonWhy I am slighted so by thee
I'm so in love that I can't deny itMy heart lies smothered in my breastBut it's not for you to let the world know itA troubled mind can know no rest
I put my head to a glass of brandyIt was my fancy, I do declareFor when I'm drinking, I'm always thinkingAnd wishing Peggy Gordon was here
I wish I was in some lonesome valleyWhere womankind cannot be foundWhere little birds sing upon the branchesAnd every moment has a different sound
Oh Peggy Gordon, you are my darlingCome sit you down upon my kneeAnd tell me the very reasonWhy I am slighted so by thee