Peggy Gordon
Lyrics/Music: Traditional
Oh, Peggy Gordon you are my darling
Come sit ye down, love, upon my knee
Come tell to me the very reason
Why I am slighted so by thee
I wish I was away in Ingow
Far across the briney sea
Sailing over the stormy ocean
With love nor care never bothering me
I put my head to a cask of brandy
It was my fancy I do declare
For when I'm drinking, I'm always thinking
And wishing that Peggy Gordon was there
Oh I'll go down to some lonesome valley
Where no man on earth shall e'er me find
Where the pretty little small birds do range their voices
And every moment blows blosterous wind