Peggy Gordon
Traditonal
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 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, mm
I wished I was in some lonesome valley
Where womankind cannot be found
Where the little birds sang on the branches
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