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 am so in love that I can't deny it My heart lies smothered in my breast It's not for you to let the whole world know it A troubled mind can find no rest I leaned myself on a cask of brandy It was my fancy, so to do For when I'm drinking, I'm seldom thinking Wishing Peggy Gordon was there I wish I was away in Ingo Far away across the briny sea Sailing over deepest waters Where love nor care never trouble me I wished I was in a lonesome valley Where womankind cannot be found And the pretty little birds do change their voices And every moment a different sound