Peggy Gordon

Oh

Peggy Gordan

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

Smotheres 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

I was my fancy I do declare

For when I'm drinking I am always thinking

And wishing Peggy Gordan 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



Oh

Peggy Gordan

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