The Dubliners - Peggy Gordon

O Peggy Gordon, you are my darling

Come sit you down upon my knee,

Come tell to me the very reason

Why I am slighted so by thee.

I'm so in love, I can't 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 leaned but my head to a cask of brandy

It was my fancy I do declare

For when I'm drinking, I am thinking

And wishing Peggy Gordon was here.

I wish I was away in Ingo

Far across the briny sea,

Sailing o'er the deepest ocean,

Where love nor care never bother me!

I wish I was in some lonesome valley,

Where womankind cannot be found

Where the pretty small birds do change their voices

And every moment a diff'rent sound!

O Peggy Gordon, you are my darling,

Come sit you down upon my knee,

Come tell to me the very reason

Why I am slighted so by thee.