Oh, Peggy Gordon, you are my darling
Come sit ye down upon my knee,
And tell to me the very reason
Why I am slighted so by thee

I’m so deep in love I can’t deny it
My heart lies smothered in my breast
But it’s not for you to let them know it
A troubled mind can find no rest

I leaned myself on a cask of brandy
It was my fancy I declare
For when I’m drinking I am thinking
And wishing Peggy Gordon was there

I wish I was in a lonesome valley
Where womankind cannot be found
And pretty birds do change their voices
And ev’ry moment a diff’rent sound

Oh, Peggy Gordon, you are my darling
Come sit ye down upon my knee,
And tell to me the very reason
Why I am slighted so by thee