Peggy Gordon — The Corrs

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