Come sityou down upon my knee

And tell to me the very reason

Why I am slighted so by thee.

I wish I was in some lonesome valley,

Where womankind cannot be found.

Where the little birds sing upon the branches.

And every moment a different sound.

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 cask of brandy

I was my fancy, I do declare

For when I'm drinking, I'm always thinking