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

I'm so in love that I cannot deny it
My heart lies smothered in my breast
It's not for you to let the world know it
A troubled mind can know no rest

I laid my head 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 here

I wish I was in some lonesome valley
Where womankind can n'er be found
The pretty small birds do change their voices
And every moment a different sound

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

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