| lyric | 1. 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.
2. I wish I was in some lonesome valley,
Where womankind cannot be found,
Where the little birds sing upon the branches,
And every moment a different sound.
3. 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.
4. 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.
5. I put my head to acask of brandy,
It was my fancy, I do declare,
For when I’m drinking, I’m always thinking,
And wishing Peggy Gordon was here. |