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
