O 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