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
Im so in love that I cant deny it
My heart lies smothered in my breast
But its 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 Im drinking, Im 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