Peggy Gordon - The Chieftains, The Secret Sisters

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 deep 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 find no rest

I leaned myself on a cask of brandy

It was my fancy, I do declare

For when I’m drinking, I’m always thinking

Wishing Peggy Gordon was there

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 wished I was in a lonesome valley

Where womankind cannot be found

And the pretty small birds do change their voices

And every moment a different sound

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