Peggy Gordon (The Corrs)

Oh 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 Why I am slighted so by thee