Peggy Gordon

Peggy Gordon - The Irish Boys

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

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

Why I am slighted so by thee