Peggy Gordon Marc Gunn

Oh Peggy Gordon you are my darling
Come sit ye down upon my knee
And tell to me the very reason
Why I am slighted so by thee

I’m so in love I cannot deny it
My heart lies smothered in my breast
But It’s not for me to let the world know it
A troubled mind has no rest

I wish I was in some lonesome valley
Where woman-kind cannot be found
Where the pretty small birds lie on every branch
And every moment a different sound

I laid my head on a cask of brandy
Which was my fancy I do declare
For while I’m drinking, I’m always thinking
How I’m to gain that lady fair

I put my back against an oak tree
Thinking it was a trusty tree
But first it bent and then it broke
And that’s the way my love served me

I wish I was as far as Ingo
Way out across the briny sea
A-sailing over the deep blue water
Where love nor care never trouble me