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 did 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 little birds sing, upon the branches And every moment has a different sound Oh, Peggy Gordon, you are my darling Come, sit you down upon my knee And tell me, the very reason Why I am slighted so by thee