Peggy Gordon

Oh 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 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 know no rest

I put my head to

a glass of brandy

It was my fancy

I do declare

For when I'm drinking

I'm always thinking

And wishing Peggy Gordon was here

I wish I was in

some lonesome valley

Where womankind cannot be found

Where little birds sing

upon the branches

And every moment

has 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