Peggy Gordon - The Corries

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