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
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