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 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 know no rest I put my head to a gla*s 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 could not be found Where the little birds sing on the branches And every moment a different sound 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