Peggy Gordon

O Peggy Gordon, You are my darling
Come sit you down you’re on my knee
And 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 broken beneath my breast
But it’s not for you to let the world know it
A troubled mind can know no rest
I took myself to a glass of brandy
It was my fantasy, I do declare
For when I’m drinking, I’m sad and thinking
And wishing Peggy Gordon was here
I wish I was in some lonely valley
Where womankind cannot be found
and the pretty birds all change their voice
every moment to a different sound
O Peggy Gordon, You are my darling
Come sit you down you’re on my knee
And tell to me the very reason
why I am slighted so by thee