Peggy Gordon — Corrs, The

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

I'm so in love 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 did put my head to a cask of brandy It was my fancy I do declare For when I'm drinking I am thinking And wishing Peggy Gordon was here

I wish I was away in Ingo Far across the briny sea Sailing o'er the deepest ocean Where love nor care never bother me

I wish I was in some lonesome valley Where womankind can not be found Where the pretty small birds do change their voices And every moment a different sound

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