| O Peggy Gordon, you are my darling
|
| Come sit you down upon my knee
|
| And tell to me the very reason
|
| Why I am slighted so by thee
|
| I’m so deep in love that I can’t deny it
|
| My heart lies smothered in my breast
|
| But it’s not for you to let the world know it
|
| A troubled mind can find no rest
|
| I leaned myself on a cask of brandy
|
| It was my fancy, I do declare
|
| For when I’m drinking, I’m always thinking
|
| Wishing Peggy Gordon was there
|
| O Peggy Gordon, you are my darling
|
| Come sit you down upon my knee
|
| And tell to me the very reason
|
| Why I am slighted so by thee
|
| I wished I was in a lonesome valley
|
| Where womankind cannot be found
|
| And the pretty small birds do change their voices
|
| And every moment a different sound
|
| O Peggy Gordon, You are my darling
|
| Come sit you down upon my knee
|
| And tell to me the very reason
|
| Why I am slighted so by thee |