Lyrics:

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



I'm so in love that I can't deny it

My heart lies smothered in my breast

But it's 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 I'm drinking, I'm 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