Peggy Gordon

Peggy Gordon - Barnbrack

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

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 lone some valley

Where womankind cannot be found

Where the pretty small birds

Change their voices

And every moment a different sound

Oh Peggy Gordon you are my darling

Come sit you down upon my knee

Come tell to me the very reason

Why I am slighted so by thee