| O Peggy Gordon, You are my darling
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| Come sit you down upon my knee
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| And tell to me the very reason
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| Why I am slighted so by thee
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| I am so in love that I can’t deny it
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| My heart lies smothered in my breast
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| It’s not for you to let the whole world know it
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| A troubled mind can find no rest
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| I leaned myself on a cask of brandy
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| It was my fancy, so to do
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| For when I’m drinking, I’m seldom thinking
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| Wishing Peggy Gordon was there
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| I wish I was away in Ingo
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| Far away across the briny sea
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| Sailing over deepest waters
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| Where love nor care never trouble me
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| I wished I was in a lonesome valley
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| Where womankind cannot be found
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| And the pretty little birds do change their voices
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| And every moment a different sound |