Oh Peggy Gordan, 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' deny it, 

My heart lies smotheres 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, 

I was my fancy I do declare 

For when I'm drinking, I am always thinking, 

And wishing Peggy Gordan 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. 



Oh Peggy Gordan 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...